“‘Nonsense!’ I laughed. ‘You’ve been thinking about ghosts until you imagine you’re seeing them. Now come back to bed and go to sleep.’
“But he indignantly insisted he had actually seen the thing.
“‘I saw it cross the room,’ he declared, ‘and stop at the bed and stand there looking down at me. When I sat up it disappeared—vanished into air.’
“I couldn’t believe such a preposterous thing, of course, but, to humor him, I offered to get up and help him search the house.
“‘What good would that do?’ he objected. ‘I tell you the thing was a spirit!’
“Finally he went back to bed. But he slept no more that night. At breakfast next morning I could see he hadn’t closed his eyes.
“On the following night I again was awakened by my husband, who seemed even more frightened than before.
“‘It came back again!’ he whispered hoarsely. ‘It was puttering around your desk over there.’
“Then he jumped out of bed and ran to the desk and lit the lamp there. A moment later he uttered a sharp cry and came hurrying back to my bed, with a sheet of writing paper in his hand.
“‘Look at that!’ he exclaimed, and thrust the paper before my eyes.