Did you ever run across a ghost, any of you?
Not the nicest experience in the world.
Perhaps you'd like to hear of an exciting adventure in that line that once befell me.
I was out West at the time, traveling on horseback, and pulled up at a tavern when night came on.
There I learned to my chagrin that as a crowd was attending the races—it was in Kentucky, of course—the landlord did not have a single place to stow me.
When I pressed the old chap, he admitted that there was one unoccupied room.
"But," he said, "no one can sleep in that room, for it's haunted. You must go on to the next village."
"I'll sleep in the room, ghost or no ghost," I declared, determined to go no further, as it promised to be a stormy night.
The landlord tried to persuade me; but I had established myself over the fire and called for supper.