“How far away was it?” Jack whispered.
“Hard to say but it wasn’t far.”
They listened and in a few minutes raps were heard similar to those of the night before.
“Old stuff,” Jack chuckled.
“And there’s the spot of light,” Bob whispered a moment later pointing to the wall. “Turn down that light so that we can see it.”
Jack obeyed and the spot sprang out seemingly brighter than it had been on any previous occasion. For a moment they watched it and then it began to move going over the same route as before.
“More old stuff,” Jack again declared. “Wonder why—”
But before he could say more, Bob caught him by the arm and whispered:
“Look at the window and you’ll see something new.”
Jack looked and gave a violent start for there seemingly framed by the window was a white object. But he did not have time for more than a single glance for Bob was already on a dash for the door and he lost no time in rushing after him. Out of the door they burst and darted around the corner. But the ghost had vanished.