Pray give me the address of the one which you left so ignominiously.” “You excite my curiosity,” said I “nothing I should like better than to sleep in a haunted house. I paid for my week, and too happy were my wife and I to get off so cheaply.” I don’t care,-I’m old, and must die soon anyhow and then I shall be with them, and in this house still.’ The woman spoke with so dreary a calmness that really it was a sort of awe that prevented my conversing with her further. I remember them many years ago, when I lived in this house, not as a servant but I know they will be the death of me some day. “‘Why, they who haunt the house, whoever they are. “‘They,-who?’ I asked, affecting to smile.
But I take it they have been very kind to you.” Few ever stayed a second night none before you a third. Accordingly, on the fourth morning I summoned the woman who kept the house and attended on us, and told her that the rooms did not quite suit us, and we would not stay out our week.” She said dryly, “I know why you have stayed longer than any other lodger. And the strangest marvel of all was, that for once in my life I agreed with my wife, silly woman though she be,-and allowed, after the third night, that it was impossible to stay a fourth in that house. Let me only say this, it was not so much what we saw or heard (in which you might fairly suppose that we were the dupes of our own excited fancy, or the victims of imposture in others) that drove us away, as it was an undefinable terror which seized both of us whenever we passed by the door of a certain unfurnished room, in which we neither saw nor heard anything. “Excuse me I have no desire to be ridiculed as a superstitious dreamer,-nor, on the other hand, could I ask you to accept on my affirmation what you would hold to be incredible without the evidence of your own senses. No power on earth could have reconciled my wife to stay longer and I don’t wonder at it.” Passing a quiet street, we saw on the window of one of the houses a bill, ‘Apartments, Furnished.’ The situation suited us we entered the house, liked the rooms, engaged them by the week,-and left them the third day. “Well, I can’t answer that question all I know is this: six weeks ago my wife and I were in search of a furnished apartment.
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