Skegness Magazine

The ubiquitous Jimmy Green comes to us with the following ghost story, and intimates that he is prepared to sign an affidavit as to its truth. It may interest some of our readers.
On Thursday night last two certain Skegness ladies and two certain young Skegness gentlemen attended the football club’s whist drive, and upon its conclusion the former were escorted home by the latter.
The farewells having been taken in time-honoured fashion the escort retraced its steps in the direction of home, when suddenly one clutched the arm of his companion, and both stopped as dead as a squad of Territorials at the word “halt.” There, a little distance ahead was—a ghost ! A real big one, clothed in white ! Horrors ! Ditto ! ! More so! ! !
A few moments of speechless terror, and then one suggested that they make a combined rush, grapple with the spook, and draw his teeth —painlessly, of course ! The other didn’t fancy the idea greatly but thought that if a couple of pills
(highly recommended), or a good stiff dose of lung tonic (reduced to 7 1/2d.) could be administered unawares, they could master the ghostly one.

Just at this moment the “spook” did a left-wheel movement, and almost automatically the two heroes “about-turned” and fled!
Returning to the girls’ home they fortified themselves with a glass of cold water each, and after borrowing a couple of hockey sticks they aimed for home once more. But the “ghost” had disappeared – probably he got cold or hungry.

It only remains to say that they did not see the spook, neither did they look particularly hard for him, and that
they are both teetotallers !
Jimmy Green thinks it was a white cow.

Source: Skegness, Mablethorpe and Alford News, 13th November, 1912.