EIGHT years ago my friend, a dark-haired girl, and I took a job as
servants, at a large mansion near here. To my surprise, I was given a
most beautiful and luxuriantly-appointed bedroom in the front of the
house, my friend sleeping in the servants quarters.
About a week later, I was wakened at two o'clock in the morning by my
bedroom door opening, and a dark-haired woman approached the bed.
Thinking it was my friend, who wanted something, I sat up and asked:
“What do you want, Olive?” The figure turned towards the
dressing-table and disappeared. I ran along to my friend's room. She
was sleeping, and I spent the night with her. The next morning, the
housekeeper informed me that there had been similar complaints from
guests and the room had been closed for years, but they had wondered
if it would be all right after the lapse. Needless to add, I refused
to sleep in the room again.