Tales of the supernatural: Six romantic storiesPlatt, James
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Tales of the supernatural: Six romantic stories
Platt, James
Paranormal fiction
The University boasted a laboratory of at least a hundred paces in
length and proportionately broad and high. A mock sun gave it cold
light by day, and a mock moon by night. Here experiments in exorcism
were conducted, of course under the strictest supervision of the
principals. Here the students learned that the ghosts of dead men
(having, always some of the old Adam that was unpurged from them),
are easier to call back to us than elemental spirits can be wrenched
from their eternal spheres. The most trivial task (and therefore
that of the junior classes), was to re-incarnate some suicide, set in
four cross roads, whose soul still hovered like a noxious gas about
the only body where it could hope to find toleration. The pupils
were very properly forbidden to incur the danger of repeating these
experiments in private. Nevertheless something of the kind went on
under the rose. As a rule the novices (and these were after all the
lucky ones), ignominiously failed in their attempts to storm the
outworks of hell. They knew how to call spirits from the vasty deep,
but the spirits refused to come when they did call them. One youth,
however, boasted that he had raised the devil, or at any rate, a
devil He described him to his bosom friends nearly as follows:--
"A great and full stature, soft and phlegmatic, of colour like a
black obscure cloud, having a swollen countenance, with eyes red and
full of water, a bald head, and teeth like a wild boar."
One of the listeners, doubtless jealous, attempted to cheapen this
success of his companion, by remarking that an exorcist, if worth his
salt, should be able to make the spirit appear in what guise he chose.
"Then, by the belt of Venus," swore a third, "I would command it to
appear as a lovely girl, with longer hair and smaller feet than any
on this top which the Almighty set spinning and dubbed earth."
Another poor fellow appears to have been so inflamed with the
suggestion of this rustler, that he tried to bring it into the sphere
of practical politics. He was never seen alive again. Not answering
to his name at the roll-call next morning, his bedroom was visited,
and a thin trickle of blood found oozing under the door. One of the
search party put a pistol to the lock and fired. The door flew open.
A cry burst from all present, and some of the youngest, covering
their faces with their hands, fled. The body of the devoted wretch
who had played with unholy fire, was scattered parcel meal about the
room. The lopped limbs were twisted round into spirals as if
boneless. One of stronger stomach than the rest of the onlookers,
and who examined them more closely, declared that the bone had melted
and run out under some incredible heat. One of the teachers opined
that if the demon had only breathed upon the bone, it would have been
enough to fuse it. There were no more experiments in students' rooms.
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