The day passed quite uneventfully, and once again it was night-time; the
Major had read prayers as usual at about ten, and the household, also as
usual, had retired to rest. Miss Delane, who was used to much later hours,
found it difficult to compose herself to sleep so soon, but she had just
managed to doze off, when she was aroused by her friend Ellen, the elder
of the Major's two nieces, pulling violently at her bedclothes, and, on
looking up, she perceived a tall figure, clad in what looked like nun's
garments, walking across the room with long, stealthy strides. As she
gazed at it in breathless astonishment, it suddenly paused and, turning
its hooded head round, stared fixedly at Ellen, and then, moving on,
seemed to melt into the wall. At all events, it had vanished, and there
was nothing where it had been standing, saving moonlight.
For some minutes Ellen was too terrified to speak, but she at last called
out to Miss Delane and implored her to come and get into her bed, as she
no longer dared lie there by herself.
"Did you see the way it looked at me," she whispered, clutching hold of
Miss Delane, and shuddering violently. "I don't think I shall ever get
over it. We must leave here to-morrow. We must, we must," and she burst
out crying.
As may be imagined, there was little sleep for either of the girls again
that night, and it seemed to them as if the morning would never come; but,
when at last it did come, they told Major R---- what had happened, and
declared they really dared not spend another night in the house.
Though obviously distressed on hearing what they had to say, the Major did
not press them to alter their decision and stay, but told them that to go,
he thought, under the circumstances, was far the wisest and safest thing
for them to do. An hour or so later, having finished their packing, they
were all three taking a final stroll together in the garden, when they
fancied they heard someone running after them down one of the sidewalks,
and, turning round, they saw the figure that had disturbed them in the
night, standing close behind them.
The sunlight falling directly on it revealed features now only too easily
distinguishable of someone long since dead, but animated by a spirit that
was wholly antagonistic and malicious, and as they shrank back
terror-stricken, it stretched forth one of its long, bony arms and touched
first Ellen and then her sister on the shoulder. It then veered round,
and, moving away with the same peculiarly long and surreptitious strides,
seemed suddenly to amalgamate with the shadows from the trees and
disappear.
For some moments the girls were far too paralysed with fear to do other
than remain where they were, trembling; but their faculties at length
reasserting themselves, they made a sudden dash for the house, and ran at
top speed till they reached it.
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