Ghosts · Edinburgh
Once Burned, Twice Burned
The head of the Canongate, Edinburgh
Spooky: for older readers
About the beginning of the 1700s, a minister in Edinburgh, a man known for his holiness, was called out in the middle of the night to pray with someone who was dying. That was nothing unusual. But this time he was pushed into a sedan chair and carried a long way, and when it set him down in some far-off part of the city, a man held a cocked pistol to him and he was blindfolded.
He protested, of course. From what he heard, and from the little he could see of their clothes, he suspected his chairmen were gentlemen dressed up as servants. They carried him on through many turnings and windings, then up a stair, and into a room where the blindfold was taken off. They led him into a bedroom. There lay a lady who had just given birth to a baby.
One of the men ordered him to say the prayers for someone who was not expected to live. The minister ventured that the lady looked as if she would get better. He was sternly told to do as he was bid, and somehow he collected himself and got through it.
Then he was blindfolded again and bundled back into the chair. As they carried him down the stair, he heard the crack of a gun. They took him home safely, pushed a purse of gold into his hand, and warned him that if he ever breathed a word of the night's business, it would cost him his life.
He had hardly gone to bed when his servant woke him. A fierce fire had broken out in a great house near the head of the Canongate, and the owner's daughter, a lady known for her beauty, had died in the flames.
The minister had his suspicions. But he was a timid man, the family was rich and powerful, and nothing he said could undo what had been done. Years passed. Unable to bear the secret alone, he told it bit by bit to other ministers, and so the story got out. In time he died, and the tale was nearly forgotten.
Then one day a fire broke out again, on the very spot where the great house had stood. As the flames were at their height, the shouting and bustle suddenly stopped. In the middle of the fire stood a beautiful woman in a rich nightdress of an old-fashioned kind. In a terrible voice she cried:
Once burned! twice burned!The third time I will scare you all!