“How do I know? What did it look like?”
“It was just a spot of light on the wall.”
“Huh.” It was evident that Jack was disappointed not to say disgusted. “What kind of a ghost do you call that?”
“I don’t know I’m sure,” Bob smiled.
“Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“To tell the truth I never thought of it.”
“Well, what did it do?”
Bob explained its movements.
“Sure you didn’t dream it?” Jack demanded.
“To be perfectly honest, no, but I thought I was awake.”