At midnight on Thursday, February 14, 1867, two lovers stood
on the bridge in Sefton Park, Liverpool, England. Their names were William
Robert D’Onston and Alice Harwood, and they both knew that very soon, they
would be going their separate ways through life, because William’s stern
middle-class parents had pressured him into an engagement with a wealthy
heiress. So, upon the bridge at midnight, as a distant clock chimed the twelfth
hour, William tearfully told Alice that their three-year affair would have to
end, for the sake of his future bride. Alice said nothing in reply, but stared
into the refections of William and herself in waters below. Then she suddenly
turned and kissed him and closed her eyes as the tears streamed out of them.
Before parting, Alice said in trembling voice: “Grant me one last favour, the
only one I will ask you for on this earth.”
William waited for her request with a burning sorrow in his
heart.
“Promise to meet me here twelve months from tonight at this
same hour.” Alice said. William wasn’t keen on that suggestion, but somehow,
deep in his tormented heart, he knew that he had to see his first real love
once more, and so, in a broken voice, the young man replied: “Well, I will come
if I am alive.”
“Say alive or dead !” Alice shouted.
“Don’t be so melodramatic,” William said, trying to smile,
then he clutched Alice’s hands and said, “Very well then. We will meet next
year at this very same hour, dead or alive!”
The year dragged by, and exactly twelve months later,
William and Alice were reunited at the bridge, but William told Alice were
reunited at the bridge, but William told Alice that he was now married and no
longer cared for her in a romantic way. Despite William’s frank admission,
Alice was still deeply in love with him and before they parted, she begged him
for one final reunion at the bridge in a year’s time, again on February 14 at
midnight. William said that would be impossible, as he certainly had no
intentions of jeopardizing the loyal relationship he was enjoying with his
wife. But Alice started to sob and reminded him of the promises they had made
to each other during their long affair to stay together. So William reluctantly
agreed to one, and only one, further clandestine meeting. As before, they both
vowed to turn up at the bridge, whether dead or alive.
In February 1869, William was involved in a shooting
accident, and suffered a leg injury which left him unable to walk without the
aid of crutches. On the night of the prearranged meeting, William wondered how
he could possibly get to the bridge on his crutches, and even considered postponing
the journey to the rendezvous, but being a man who kept to his word, he decided
to go to the park in a bath chair. The old trusted servant of William’s
family,Bob, already knew of the affair, and agreed to push William’s family to
the park bridge in his bath chair. Old Bob wheeled William through the moonlit
streets until they reached the bridge. The servant then helped William out of
the chair and watched him walk unsteadily on his crutches along the bridge
until he reached the middle. The young man then waited impatiently for Alice to
arrive.
William shouted to Bob: “What on earth am I doing standing
here upon this bridge on this freezing night, waiting for a girl who I do not
care for anymore?”
Old Bob wisely stayed silent. The clock in the distance
started chiming midnight, and the approaching figure of Alice was suddenly
visible at the end of the bridge.
“About time, too.” William was heard to mutter.
Alice reached him, but showed no signs of slowing her pace,
so to stop her walking past him. William instinctively tried to embrace the
girl, as he suspected that his insensitive comments had upset her.
But his arms passed right through her. Alice glanced back at
the astonished William and with a terrible look of sorrow in her eyes, she
whispered: “Dead or alive.”
William trembled as he watched Alice continuing her walk to
the end of the bridge – where she disappeared in plain sight of Old Bob.
“Bob!” William cried out to the servant, “Who passed you
just now?”
Bob shrugged and said nobody had, although he had heard
footsteps.
On the following day, William visited Alice’s family in
Huskisson Street and told them of the strange encounter. Alice’s parents looked
at each other and Mrs. Harwood broke down and sobbed. The father then told
William that his daughter had died from a fever last night, shortly before
midnight.
William almost fainted when he heard the dreadful news.
The nurse who had attended Alice during her final hours then
said that upon the girl’s deathbed, the girl had constantly to see William…”
It is said that every year at midnight on February 14th,
the lonely loyal ghost of Alice Harwood is seen crossing that bridge in Sefton
Park, still apparently hoping to meet her long-dead lover, Robert. As recently
as 1995, a park ranger saw a beautiful young outdated-looking woman strolling
through the park with a parasol. As she crossed the bridge, the lady vanished.
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