In March 1878, two and half years later, the proprietor of the Pimpama Hotel, Simon Lipstone, had a very unnerving encounter with him. Lipstone was approaching the log crossing over Pimpama Creek on horseback at about nine o’clock one night.
A filmy figure dressed in white with a horribly scarred throat appeared beside him. The publican asked the spectre its name. The reply that came was a hair-raising scream the like of which Lipstone had never heard before. The terrified rider dug his heels in and galloped for home as though all the fiends in hell were on his tail.
Was it the vengeful ghost of Edwards caught between the living and dead trying tell us some thing?
Here is picture of the old Pimpama Hotel below.
To be continued.....
Kanacki