THERE is a certain house in ——— which is really haunted, although few
people know it. This house belonged to a lady I used to know. I was
very young then, and was able to run about in the pitch darkness with
no childish fears whatever; yet, every time I entered this house, I
always grew afraid. Of what I do not know; my mother also experienced
this awful fear.
This lady had a brother who used to sleep in the attic. One night he
awoke, and, to his horror, he beheld an old and ugly woman standing
by his bed. I say “standing,” but he could see her only from the waist
upwards. She was staring at him with an evil expression on her face.
As he looked at her she gradually faded away. He said that the room
was dark, but a light seemed to come from her. Her eyes were black
and glittering; these were the last to fade. This man confessed that
he was terrified and he spent the rest of the night under the bed
clothes. He said that noises were heard in the unoccupied rooms, like
people fighting.
This house, to the best of my knowledge is unoccupied now.