the bottle of holy water and sprinkled all the rooms and also decided to sprinkle the baby in her basket. When the parents came home they lit the lamps to check on things and lo and behold the walls the ceilings, floors and yes, even baby were covered with blue ink. Grandma had grabbed the wrong bottle from the shelf.

3) An old vacant house on the Wharf Road was the meeting place for the village lads many years ago. They would gather every night to tell ghost

stories and just hang around. The old house was supposed to be haunted. One night someone dared the boys to go into the house. A few of them said they were not afraid of ghosts and decided to go in. They were creeping around inside when all of a sudden they saw a door going on the run, through the house. It so happened that a neighbour decided he needed a door and went into the house after dark to take one and was startled by the children. He took off running with the door on his back, the boys and the neighbour each thought the other was a real live ghost. The true story of the door wasn’t found out for quite some time. Needless to say the village boys decided to stay away from the haunted house and they found another place to gather at night.

The Fairy Hill . This story is taken from a column (“Across The Island”) by the late Neil Matheson of Southport in the Guardian:

1 have been writing this column for almost five years now and not until a couple of weeks ago did I know that there’s a “fairy hill” within a mile of my home. Mrs. Roddie MacDonald—many know “Dr. Roddie” who is her husband—told me about the hill—it’s really a mound and it’s on the right hand side of the Southport Road [Stratford Road], just before you come to the Keppoch Road corner, if you’re travelling from Charlottetown.

The Tom Martins lived in the nearby house when I went to Southport 20 years ago. Mrs. Martin told Mrs. MacDonald about the fairy mound. Mrs. Martin often looked through her window on a bright moonlight night and “watched the fairies dance there by the light of the moon,” she told Mrs. MacDonald.

And a chap named Joe Morgan used to suggest there’s treasure beneath the mound, if someone would expend enough energy to dig for it.

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