“Oh,” said Caleb, “I’ve been about this Church a many years, but I’ve never seen you before.”
“That,” said the spook, “is because you’ve always been moving about. I’m very flimsy—very flimsy indeed—and I can only keep myself together when everything is quite still.”
“Well,” said Caleb, “you’ve got your chance now. What are you going to do with it?”
“I want to go out,” said the spook, “I’m tired of this Church, and I’ve been alone for six hundred years. It’s a long time.”
“It does seem rather a long time,” said Caleb, “but why don’t you go if you want to? There’s three doors.”
“That’s just it,” said the spook, “They keep me in.”
“What?” said Caleb, “when they’re open.”
“Open or shut,” said the spook, “it’s all one.”
“Well, then,” said Caleb, “what about the windows?”