I told my story when I was taken, and no one would listen to me. Then I told it again at the trial–the whole thing absolutely as it happened, without so much as a word added. I set it all out truly ... [+]

She was a writing medium. This is what she wrote:—
I can remember some things upon that evening most distinctly, and others are like some vague, broken dreams. That is what makes it so difficult ... [+]

Who's that walking on the moorland?
Who's that moving on the hill?
They are passing 'mid the bracken,
But the shadows grow and blacken
And I cannot see them clearly on the hill.
Who's that ... [+]