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One pitch dark night, fisherman Swan Jervoise beached his boat on the Brighton shore and was making his way into town when he was startled to behold a 'stream of meteor -like splendour burst from every window of the 'Rising Sun Inn' and then vanish again as suddenly.


The phenomenon was repeated several times and Jervoise proceeded at once to ascertain the cause. He hammered upon the door of the inn, making enough noise to 'rouse all the dead in the Bartholomew's Chapel, ' but without waking the landlord, and just as he was about to force the door, the light burst again from the windows, and the intrepid fisherman heard a ticking noise 'as of a person striking a light with a flint and steel, each stroke producing this super-natural blaze of light.

 

The door opened suddenly and there stood a 7 ft. high figure wrapped in a black cloak and wearing a high conical white hat. The being strode past Jervoise and vanished into the night.

Jervoise's nerve crumbled and he shrieked out in terror, this time waking the landlord, a kindly soul who took the trembling fisherman in and bade him rest by the fireside while he fetched a jug of ale.

 

Alone in the room, where a dim rush threw a fitful light, Jervoise peered nervously from his seat in the capacious chimney when suddenly, from the gloomy shadows behind the settle, there appeared 'the death-like features - palled as a cere cloth of the tall man in the conical hat. His countenance was most ghastly, and he fixed his grey-glazed eyes full on Jervoise, and pointed to the hearth.'

 

The poor fisherman uttered one loud scream and fell senseless to the ground.

Put to bed by the landlord, Jervoise summoned sufficient strength to relate his story to Father Anselm of St. Bartholomew, then promptly died.

 

Father Anselm took it upon himself to investigate, and on examining the hearth to which the apparition had pointed, he discovered a vast treasure which, somewhat unfairly to the landlord, the priest quickly despatched to the principal of his order in Normandy.

 

Thereafter the 'Rising Sun' was untroubled by the spirit of Old Strike-a-Light, as the ghostly figure came to be called.

 

 

 

 

 

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