The Ghost of Thornton Hall: True Encounters Retold was written by Savannah Woodham. It's a book of written testimonies from people who have seen "The Ghost".
The Book
March Fourth: Subject "Swimmer"
Type: Visual/Aural Contact
Notes: Near Death
I was fourteen, my younger brother was about twelve at the time. I was a bit of a scrawny kid and caught more than my fair share of trouble on account of being the smallest. But i was a coward, and I was itching to prove it.
That's when I caught wind of Charlotte. I got it in my head that if I spent the night out at the island, the kids at school'd leave me alone. Doesn't make sense now, but it made a lot of sense then. I made this big deal about sneaking onto the island, and everyone was interested, especially my younger brother, Sean.
He demanded to come, and to be honest I was happy to have company. We spent a while trying to get a boat, but no one wanted to lend a boat to two kids in the middle of the night - go figure, right? I knew if i didn't make it out there, I'd never hear the end of it. I'd make too big a deal out of the whole thing. I was locked in.
That's when I decided that we should swim over. Anyone who grew up here knows you don't do that. The swim's not far, but the currents... they'll smash you on the rocks or they'll pull you under. That's exactly what happened to Sean. One second he was next to me, and the next gone.
I panicked, and dove under the water - nothing. Again and again, nothing. But turns out he was fine. He made it to the shore. I was the one in trouble. I kept going under until I got disoriented. I couldn't find which way was up. I knew that was it for me. I knew I was going to die, and I could feel the fight going out of me.
That's when I heard singing. The water around me went still, and a song started swimmin' it's way around me. pulling me toward this thing, this woman. Charlotte. The water was ice cold and she was turning it to steam, smoke was pouring from her like ink under the water.
I knew I couldn't die down there. I knew I had to get out of the water.
I don't know what happened next. I woke up on the rocks. Then in the hospital. I never saw her again. I've spent the rest of my life trying not to look.
April Tenth: Subject "Tagger"
Type: Aural/Phantom Smoke
Notes: No eye contact, possibly unreliable or not telling entire story
Yeah, I saw her. It doesn't matter why I was there, let's just say I'm an artist. Underappreciated in my time, and by the powers that be.
I was out with a few writers I liked to run with. Out in the ruins. L - - - -was working on her stuff like she always did.