Laid to rest, then laid to rest again. More definitely the second time though.
Burning a body to ashes without a proper crematorium would have involved quite a bit of effort I suspect, and be a bit hard to keep quiet in a small place.
Apparently the neighbours knew what was going on though, and even helped. The sons were hardly desecrating a corpse on the sly and the victims next of kin were the instigators. I wonder what law these men broke?
I loved this story. I can just see the neighbourhood kids telling each other scary stories about this house and daring each other to run up and knock on the door. Did the phantom distiller wear a white sheet and glide past windows saying ‘woooooo’ at night or were the strange noises more of a shattering glass and muffled curses type?
I think these days if I went to the police and told them I thought a local house was haunted they wouldn’t send out a unit to break down the door and investigate, they would just send me on my way convinced I was a loony…
The poor Dickensons. Any consenting couple who are about to engage in an activity that needs your ‘inexpressibles’ removing do not want to hear the disembodied laugh of a drunken grasshopper in the room. The mood would have been completely ruined. The brace of constables attending in later days would not have helped matters and it doesn’t surprise me that the amorous Mr and Mrs Dickenson didn’t stick around to find out what the cachinnating (a buried word in an earlier post) creature was. The article says the laugh has been heard for weeks but lately was described as more asthmatic. I wonder if their terrifying ghost is a bird stuck in the wall, slowly expiring from starvation? The noise might be gone soon but a terrible smell might linger for a while.