The sociable ghost : $b Being the adventures of a reporter who was invited by the sociable ghost to a grand banquet, ball, and convention under the ground of old Trinity churchyard. A true tale of the things he saw and did not see while he was not there.Harper, Olive
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The sociable ghost : $b Being the adventures of a reporter who was invited by the sociable ghost to a grand banquet, ball, and convention under the ground of old Trinity churchyard. A true tale of the things he saw and did not see while he was not there.
Harper, Olive
American fiction -- 20th century; Ghost stories
At this moment another ghost came up and joined in the conversation and
said impressively: "Young gentleman, you are having the most remarkable
experience of your life. You want to see all you can, for probably never
before did man come down and see the dead as they really are—before they
get their passports. Certainly some live persons do come down
occasionally, but they do not count, for they are only those who are
buried alive, and they do not get out, as they do not as a rule live
long. All these ghosts are dead of body, but are not sufficiently
purified in soul to go free from the hindrance of bones. So they all,
men and women alike, are burdened with many of their old
characteristics, and in many ways they act much as they did during life.
Indeed, it has seemed to me that it may be quite possible that the
repetition of their least pleasant characteristics here is a sort of
punishment, and—well, all this will doubtless strike you as different
from what you had imagined. It shall be my pleasant task to tell you
anything you may wish to know so far as it lies in my power."
"I should like to know very much whether you ever want to see your
families, and how you manage to see them, and how it is that you seem to
know everything that goes on above ground."
"We lie here in the dark alone, for except for this one night in the year
our bones are imprisoned in our coffins, or wherever we lie, if, as many
of us have no coffins to lie in. That silence and isolation naturally
creates a necessity for thought, concentrated and intense. This thought
is most often connected with those whom we have left, and with whom we
have been the most closely associated in life, and so the thought becomes
desire. Thoughts are things, and they crystallize into a vehicle for our
transportation to wherever we wish to go. We then become in a measure
disassociated from the material part of ourselves, and the freed spirit
can go where it will, and as it retains its ego, it is as a general rule
anything but pleasant to go and hover around places and persons we have
left. Sometimes it has occurred to me that some of our punishment was
thus intended.
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