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The Screeching Specter of Marblehead Marblehead is known as the yachting capital of the world. The scenic vistas of the ocean and coves are breathtaking. The homes line up almost on top of one another along the shoreline. Surely at one time many of them were little fishing shanties that took on more additions, as they were bought up by wealthy class who were in search of a spectacular ocean view. Many residents have ancestry going back to the settlement’s humble origins. The old burial ground is one of the most fantastic examples of an early New England graveyard. Hundreds of Revolutionary soldiers and fishermen are buried there. There is even a monument to Wilmot Redd, the only accused witch from Marblehead to be executed during the 1692 witch trials. During the day, the wonder of this little community brings peace and tranquility to both residents and visitors alike but, when the sun sets along the shores of Salem’s original satellite colony, residents await the most bizarre event. It is the agonizing screams of a woman echoing through the place called Screeching Lady Cove, or to some Screaming Lady Cove. The shrieks are a reminder of a time long ago when the residents of the seaside hamlet were subject to a gruesome account. A great ship laden with wealthy socialites came into the sights of some ruthless corsairs just off the shores of Marblehead. The band of brigands boarded the vessel robbing and dispatching one hundred and fifty of its passengers. There was one Englishwoman who bore an enormous ring upon one of her digits. The pirates could not remove the ring and sought to cut off her finger. The feisty woman made a quick decision to make a swim for it and jumped ship, heading for Lovus Cove in Oakum Bay. Another version states that the pirates themselves took her to shore. Either way she was accosted by the pirates, and as they prepared to do her in, she cried out “Lord save me! Mercy! Oh Lord Jesus save me!” It is told that the locals did nothing to save the unfortunate woman, as the men were all out fishing and only the women remained in the village. It is these townsfolk who endured the first screams of the lady who now haunts the cove. When daylight broke and the buccaneers had sailed away, the residents found the woman and gave her a proper burial near the site she perished. Hundreds of years have passed and the people of the cove, so aptly named for the horrible event, must eternally endure the final shrieks of that fateful night. Every year on the anniversary of her death, the screams of desperation echo through the ocean breeze filling the nearby homes with fear as the final words of the woman forever torment the residents whose ancestors failed to come to her rescue. |
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