The
Well of Wails
At
the Gill House
By
Susan F. Sili
Editor’s
Note: The origin of this story is unknown, but it was retold by
editor Daphne Daily in the 1940’s in the Caroline Progress.
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| The Gil House now owned by the Sullivan family. |
Long
ago, perhaps when the house was first built on Main Street in Bowling
Green in the late 1800’s, there lived a very beautiful woman. Her
beauty was legendary, and she was admired by all and most of all by
her husband. Not only did he love and adore his wife – he was also
incredibly jealous. He could not beat the attention she got from
members of the opposite sex, both young and old alike.
One
evening, as she sat at her dressing table fixing her long luxuriant
hair to go to a dinner party, he could bear it no longer. The vision
of her entering the room as she always did so beautifully and
gracefully, with all eyes upon her, seemed too terrible to comprehend
another moment. He ran to get the keys to her bedroom, locked the
door and threw himself down the well with keys still in his hand.
Townspeople say that on a moonless night, when the wind whistles
though the trees, his cries to be released from the well can be heard
far and wide, those who have stayed in the house say when all is
quiet and still, you can still hear the sound of ghostly keys turning
in the locks.
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