Of Blackett's Towers strange tales are told: The legendary lore of old, That dread belief, whose mystic spell Could people Gothic vault or cell With being of terrific form, And superstition bound the charm. 'Tis said, that here, at the night's high noon, When broad and red the eastern moon Beams through the chinks of its vast saloon, A ghastly phantom takes its stand On the wall that frowns o'er wear and strand, A bloody dagger in its hand, And ever and aye on the hollow gale Is heard its honorie and wail Dying along the distant vale. The 'nighted peasant starts aghast To hear its shriekings on the blast; Turns him to brave the wintry wind, Nor dares he lingering look behind, But hurries across the moaning flood, And deems its waters swollen with blood-- Such are the tales at Lyke-wake drear, When the unholy hour of night draws near, When the ban-dog howls, and the lights burn blue, And the phantom fleets before the view; When "Red-Cap" wakes his eldrich cry, And the winds of the wold come moaning by.(91) The Old Hall of Ecclefechan (Kirkconnel Hall) is also supposed to be haunted. Little is known about it, but the opinion has been expressed that "the mysterious apparition of the 'Ha' Ghost' seems to have haunted the place from the distant past, and its mysterious and noisy demonstrations have from time to time disturbed the residents. It is said to make its appearance before and at the time of the death of any member of the family."(92)