Calarogu Shark Media, Hello and Welcome to Ghost. This episode is titled Two
Turtle Doves, The Lovebird's Last Flight. In the quaint town of Princeton,
blanketed by the soft glow of Christmas lights, a haunting tale whispered through the
frosty air. This was the story of Lillian and Edward Astor, Princeton's celebrated
lovebirds, whose love, as vibrant as the festive garlands around town, was
the subject of much admiration. Yet beneath this display, a tempest of hidden
emotions brewed as silent and profound as the winter night. For their tenth anniversary,
which coincided with the Christmas season, Edward commissioned an elaborate aviary, adorned
with the finest seasonal decorations and filled with melodious birds. Two turtle doves,
nestled amongst holly and mistletoe, symbolized their enduring love. But amidst their gentle
cooing, one dove's lament hinted at a deep sorrow, presaging a heartrending twist
of fate. On Christmas Eve, a night when the air should have been
filled with carols and cheer, a suffocating purple mist descended upon the town.
The Asters were found lifeless within their aviary, embraced in a tragic finality.
A lone purple feather in Lilian's hand the only whisper of their mysterious end.
After their passing, an unsettling change befell Princeton, The once joyful holiday season
was eclipsed by eerie occurrences. Shadows flickered and danced along the wad walls of
homes, as if playing out the Astor's final moments. A chilling breeze,
fragrant with the scent of pine and sorrow, wove through the streets, carrying
with it the dove's plaintive cooing, now a knightly serenade that reminded the townspeople
of the couple's untimely demise. Couples walking hand in hand felt the brush of
unseen presences, as if the love birds still wandered the town's cobbled paths.
The Astor's spirits, unable to part even in death, had seemingly infused themselves
into the very essence of Princeton, especially near the abandoned aviary, which stood
as a monument to their love and tragedy. The medium, at tuned to
the whispers of the beyond, delved deep into the Astors past. In her
quest, she discovered the root of the haunting tell of jealousy and betrayal as
cold as the winter's frost. Edward, his heart, clouded by suspicion,
had accused Lilian of infidelity, casting a shadow on their love. This shadow
lingered after their deaths, manifesting in hauntings that were as varied as they were
chilling objects moved of their own accord in the homes of those who spoke ill
of Lilian. Mirrors reflected the fleeting image of the couple standing side by side
in a spectral imitation of their once happy lives. The laughter of children was
sometimes hushed by a sudden cold, as if the couple's sadness wished to remind
the living of the joy that had been lost. A medium, intrigued by
the Astors, as if summoned by the spirit of Christmas past, delved into
their history. She uncovered a tale of jealousy as biting as a december wind.
Edward, his heart clouded by suspicion, had wrongfully accused Lilian of giving
her heart to another. The root of his suspicion was the arrival of a
red corvette, as jarring against the snowy backdrop of Princeton as a reindeer out
of harness. It belonged to Roger Nelson, whose mysterious allure was as captivating
and unsettling as the unknown depths of a winter's night. Edward's once steady composure
began to crumble like a gingerbread house left out in the storm. During Princeton's
Christmas fare, Edward's fears came to a head against a backdrop of twinkling lights
and the sweet scent of mulled cider. He witnessed an exchange between Lillian and
Roger that set his heart ablaze. The dark and jealous flame. In the
days that followed, Edward's gaze became as constant as the North Star. Ever
watchful for the red Corvette's return. Rumours swirled through Princeton like snowflakes in a
blizzard, each whisper adding to the growing chill around the astor's love. On
a silent night, their final fateful argument unfolded amidst the aviury's winter blooms.
In the heat of the moment, Lillian's heart, heavy with grief, succumbed
to the cold, and Edward, in his despair, joined her in an
eternal winter's rest. The medium, in an act of Christmas mercy, held
a seance within the aviary's crystal walls. She summoned the Astor's spirits, entreating
them to forgive and find peace. As their spectral forms emerged, shrouded in
a soft purple glow, the air filled with the redolent scent of pine and
the sorrowful song of the doves. With each word of absolution, the spirit's
countenances softened and they were enveloped in a radiant light, their departure as quiet
as the falling snow. Princeton awoke to a serene Christmas morning, The hauntings
ceased, and the story of the love Birds lived on a Yule tide,
legend of a love that not even death could part. It served as a
haunting reminder that the holiday season was not only a time for joy, but
also for forgiveness and healing. Yet, even now, on the eve of
Christmas, when the moonlight casts a silvery sheen over Princeton, the faint sound
of a corvette's engine can be heard. The phantom vehicle glides through the town,
ver Roger at the wheel, accompanied by two ghostly turtle doves perched in
the back seat, their presence a symbol of enduring love and the bittersweet pain
of loss. Their feathers catch the moon's glow, casting a purple hue that
speaks of a love that, like Christmas, remains timeless and deep. Roger's
spirit, it said, seeks redemption on those silent nights, a chance to
undo the part he played in the Astor's fate, And as Princeton celebrates the
season of joy, the two turtle doves watch over, a reminder of the
delicate balance between light and dark, joy and sorrow, and that in the
heart of winter, the warmth of love endures forever. Ghost is a Calorogus
Shark Media production, written and hosted by Alexander Ian McIntyre, produced by Mark
Francis. Executive producers Mark Francis and John McDermott. Calarogu Shark Media