The Ghost Laid by a Parson

On the quiet fringes of Coffinswell, where time-worn lanes twist between hedgerows and old stone cottages stand heavy with history, one house harboured a secret that defied the ticking of clocks. For years, Mrs. D lived beneath the weight of unseen wheels grinding through the room above, as if phantom horses dragged an endless wagon across the bare floorboards. But when her brother came face-to-face with the pale sorrow of their long-dead mother, the haunting became undeniable. Only the steady faith of the village parson could confront what lingered, his scripture outlasting the spirit's restless pull - leaving behind only silence, and a house finally free of its spectral burden.