Great little Hallooween story….
This post is a temporary departure from our discourse on writs. It is, after all, Halloween!
The following is a tale of a haunted bedroom, and reads a little like a Regency romance:
A young buck of the ton quit London to join a weekend house party in the south of England. His host, an older gentleman and quite worthy, owned a considerable country estate there. By reason of a wedding, the house was completely full of overnight guests, so that only one bedroom was vacant.
It was allegedly haunted.
Up to every rig and row, our hero was not above enjoying an overnight lark with an apparition and readily agreed to sleep in the disturbed room:
“Sir, you will oblige me by letting me lie there; for I have often coveted to be in a place that was haunted.”
— Apparitions; or, the Mysteries of Ghosts, Hobgoblins, and Haunted…
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