I had engaged them on behalf of Colonel Taylor in Edinburgh last
evening. They had all good characters, and were well
recommended. We told them nothing, of course, of the reputation
of the house, and were careful to choose persons of mature age,
and not excitable girls.
I had seen no plans nor photographs of the house, and merely
desired that any rooms should be prepared for us that were near
together--_i.e._ bedroom, dressing-room, and maid's room. Mr.
C---- [who met us in Edinburgh, and is a lawyer, mentioned
hereafter], who had seen plans, asked what orders we had given,
and remarked that, as far as he knew, we should secure one quiet
night, as the "haunted" part contained, apparently, no
dressing-rooms.
The house looked very gloomy. It was not cold out of doors,
though thick snow lay on the ground. Inside it felt like a
vault, having been empty for months. None of the stores ordered
had arrived. We had no linen, knives, plate, wine, food, and
very little fuel or oil. Candles and bread and milk and a tin of
meat had been got for us in the village. We ate and went to bed.
The room was so cold that we had to cover our faces, and we had
no bed-linen. We had been very busy all day in Edinburgh, and
soon fell asleep.
_February 4th, Thursday._--I awoke suddenly, just before 3 A.M.
Miss Moore, who had been lying awake over two hours, said, "I
want you to stay awake and listen." Almost immediately I was
startled by a loud clanging sound, which seemed to resound
through the house. The mental image it brought to my mind was as
of a long metal bar, such as I have seen near iron-foundries,
being struck at intervals with a wooden mallet. The noise was
distinctly as of metal struck with wood; it seemed to come
diagonally across the house. It sounded so loud, though distant,
that the idea that any inmate of the house should not hear it
seems ludicrous. It was repeated with varying degrees of
intensity at frequent intervals during the next two hours,
sometimes in single blows, sometimes double, sometimes treble,
latterly continuous. We did not get up, though not alarmed. We
had been very seriously cautioned as to the possibilities of
practical joking; and as we were alone on that floor in a large
house, of which we did not even know the geography, we thought
it wiser to await developments. We knew the servants' staircase
was distant, though not exactly where.
About 4.30 we heard voices, apparently in the maid's room,
undoubtedly on the same floor. We had for some time heard the
housemaids overhead coughing, occasionally speaking, and we
thought they had got up and had come down to her room.
After five o'clock the noises seemed to have ceased, and Miss
Moore fell asleep. About 5.30 I heard them again, apparently
more distant. I continued awake, but heard no more.
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