“Though the night was dark and there was no artificial lighting at
this side of the house, every feature of that face was revealed to me
as clearly as if it had been day. The little, untidy cap, all awry,
surmounting the shock-head of red hair now half-down and dripping with
water, the ghastly white cheeks, the widely open mouth, and the eyes,
their pupils abnormally dilated and full of lurid light, were more
appallingly horrible than ever.
“I stood and gazed at it, my heart sick with terror, nor do I know what
would have happened to me had not the loud rap of the postman acted
like magic; the THING vanished, and ‘turning tail,’ I fled upstairs
into the presence of my mother. That is all.”
I was profuse in my thanks, and the third Miss Rudd then spoke:
“My bedroom,” she began, “was on the top landing--the window
over-looking the water. I slept alone some months after the anecdotes
just related, and was awakened one night by feeling some disgusting,
wet object lying on my forehead.
“With an ejaculation of alarm I attempted to brush it aside, and
opening my eyes, encountered a ghastly white face bending right over me.
“I instantly recognised it, by the description my sisters had given,
as the phantasm of the red-headed girl.
“The eyes were TERRIBLE! Shifting its slimy hand from my forehead, and
brandishing it aloft like some murderous weapon, it was about to clutch
my throat, when human nature would stand it no longer--and--I fainted.
On recovering, I found both my sisters in the room, and after that I
never slept by myself.”
“Did your mother ever see it?” I asked.
“Frequently,” the eldest Miss Rudd replied, “and it was chiefly on her
account we relinquished our tenancy--her nervous system was completely
prostrated.”
“Other people saw the ghost besides us,” the youngest Miss Rudd
interrupted, “for not only did the long succession of maids after Jane
ALL see it, but many of the subsequent tenants; the house was never let
for any length of time.”
“Then, perhaps, it is empty now?” I soliloquised, “in which case I
shall most certainly experiment there.”
This proved to be the case; the house was tenantless, and I easily
prevailed upon the agent to loan me the key.
But the venture was fruitless. Three of us and a dog undertook it. We
sat at the foot of the gloomy staircase; twelve o’clock struck, no
ghost appeared, the dog became a nuisance--and--we came away disgusted.
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