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There are harmless ghosts, who wander, seeming to seek their past
as though they’re looking for themselves or a life that didn’t last.
You may just get a glimpse of her as she wanders in your way.
There’s no need to fear nor run.  If she sees you, she won’t stay.
But there is another kind of ghost and such was Katy Batt.
She was feisty and vicious when alive, a regular hellcat.
Alive she was angered by John Bell, on her deathbed vowed to haunt him.
True to her promise, all his life she managed to torment him. 
She came back as a poltergeist, threw objects at his head.
She pinched his nose and stopped his breath, and truly wanted him dead.  
Andrew Jackson was President; he heard of Kate Batt and her tricks. 
He called on John and Kate was there to put him in a fix.
She glued his wagon to the ground so fast no team could move it.
She wanted full credit for John’s trials and took this way to prove it.
When Jackson cried “It is the witch,” the wagon wheels came free.
They heard then an unearthly screech.  It came from a nearby tree. 
Jackson and party stayed the night but the President had no rest.
She came in to pinch and poke him, pull the blanket from his chest.
John Bell died from poison administered it’s said by Kate Batt.
We hope that now he’s free from her, wherever he is at.




For Carolyn and John's contest "Ghosts" Won no. 4

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