Apparitions and thought-transference: an examination of the evidence for telepathyPodmore, Frank
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Apparitions and thought-transference: an examination of the evidence for telepathy
Podmore, Frank
Apparitions; Telepathy
"A little later in the year, about 8 o'clock one evening, I was
coming downstairs alone, when I heard a voice from the direction,
apparently, of my little boys' bedroom, the door of which was open.
It distinctly said, in a deep sorrowful tone, 'I can't find it.' I
called out to my little boys, but they did not reply, and I have
not the slightest doubt that they were asleep; they always called
out if they heard me upstairs. My step-daughter, who was downstairs
in the dining-room with the door open, also heard the voice, and
thinking it was me calling, cried out, 'What are you looking for?'
We were extremely puzzled. The voice could not by any possibility
have belonged to any member of the household. The servants were in
the kitchen, and my husband was out.
"A short time after I was again coming downstairs after dark in the
evening when I felt a sharp slap on the back. It startled but did
not hurt me. There was no one near me, and I ran downstairs and
told my husband and my step-daughter.
"I have never in my life, on any other occasion, had any
hallucination of sight, hearing, or touch."
The following is Miss W.'s account:--
"_February_ 19_th_, 1885.
"In July, 1881, I was sitting playing the piano in our house
in C----, about 11.30 in the morning, when I saw the head and
shoulders of a man peeping round the folding-doors, in just the
same way as they had appeared to my mother, but I had not at that
time heard of her experience. I jumped up, and advanced, thinking
it was an acquaintance from a few yards off. This impression,
however, only lasted for a second; the face disappeared, but
recalling it, I perceived at once that it was certainly not that of
the gentleman whom I had for a second thought of. The resemblance
was only that they were both dark. The face was pale and
melancholy, and the hair very dark. I at once went to Mrs. W. in
the dining-room, and asked if any one had called. She said, 'No';
and I then told her what I had seen. I then for the first time
heard from her what _she_ had seen, and our descriptions completely
agreed. We had even both noticed that the hair was parted in the
middle, and that a good deal of shirt-front showed.
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