WHEN I was a small child, my mother took a house near ———. As she could never sleep in a strange house for some days, she sat up in bed reading a novel. Suddenly she looked up from the book and saw, coming from the direction of the door, a female figure clad in a blue dressing gown, with loosened golden hair about her shoulders. The figure walked to the mantelpiece, took up a comb that was lying there, drew it through her hair, turned from the mantelpiece, walked towards the door and vanished. A few months after this my father died. Now, this house had been taken on a three years’ agreement, and my mother, after her bereavement, wished to leave, but the owner was not inclined to release her. Mother spoke to her about the apparition, and told her she could not stay. After breaking down, the unhappy woman said she knew this did occur at different times in the room mentioned, and she explained that the figure was that of her niece who was murdered by her own sister through jealousy, as she was combing her hair. The spirit had been “read down,” but did not rest. The murderess died in an asylum. My mother was released from her agreement on a promise not to tell a possible tenant. Since then I have passed the house many times, and at intervals have seen the “To Let” board in the garden. WORRIED ABOUT THE DEEDS OF THE HOUSE A FEW years ago my friend had to remove to another town owing to her husband's work. She was fortunate enough to get a very pretty, compact house just outside, and felt very proud of the fact, as houses just then were very scarce. This friend, by the way, was very strong minded, and did not know the meaning of nerves. After she had been in the house a couple of weeks she was sleepless, after having teeth extracted, and hadn't even dozed when she saw what she described as a venerable old gentleman, with long, white beard and bent shoulders, standing close by the side of the bed with a document of some kind in his hand. She awoke her husband and described what had taken place, but he only laughed and said it was nightmare after too heavy a supper. So on the second occasion that the same thing happened she refrained from telling him, as she didn't like being ridiculed. But the strain of doing so must have told on her, as, after the third time she saw the vision, her husband found her in a state of collapse. He called in the doctor and explained what had caused the trouble. The doctor at once said: “Oh, it was old So-and-so; he died in this room and had been rather worried about the deeds of this house.” Needless to say, her husband didn't ridicule her any more, but set about looking for another house. A SINISTER ATMOSPHERE IT is pleasant to sit round the fire on a winter's evening and tell ghost stories. A sort of thrill goes down one's spine which is not altogether unpleasant. It is not, however, by any means pleasant to be in a house where one frequently gets such thrills.