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The ghost that got into our house on the night of November 17, 1915,raised such a hullabaloo of misunderstandings that I am sorry I didn’tjust let it keep on walking, and go to bed. Its advent caused my motherto  throw  a  shoe  through  a  window  of  the  house  next  door  and  endedup with my grandfather shooting a patrolman. I am sorry, therefore, asI have said, that I ever paid any attention to the footsteps. They beganabout  a  quarter  past  one  o’clock  in  the  morning,  a  rhythmic,  quick-cadenced walking around the dining room table. My mother was asleepin one room upstairs, my brother Herman in another, grandfather wasin  the  attic,  in  the  old  walnut  bed  which,  as  you  will  remember,  oncefell on my father. I had just stepped out of the bathtub and was busilyrubbing myself with a towel when I heard the steps. They were the stepsof a man walking rapidly around the dining-table downstairs. The lightfrom the bathroom shone down the backsteps, which dropped directlyin  the  dining-room;  I  could  see  the  faint  shine  of  plates  on  the  plate-rail; I couldn’t see the table. The steps kept going round and round thetable;  at  regular  intervals  a  board  creaked,  when  it  was  trod  upon.  Isupposed at  rst that it was my father or my brother Roy, who had goneto  Indianapolis  but  were  expected  home  at  any  time.  I  suspected nextthat it was a burglar. It did not enter my mind until later that it was aghost. After the walking had gone on for perhaps three minutes, I tiptoedto Herman’s room. ‘Psst!’ I hissed, in the dark, shaking him. ‘Awp,’ hesaid, in the low, hopeless tone of a despondent beagle - he always halfsuspected that something would ‘get him’ in the night. I told him who Iwas. ‘There’s something downstairs!’ I said. He got up and followed meto  the  head  of  the  back  staircase.  We  listened  together.  There  was  nosound.  The  steps  had  ceased.  Herman  looked  at  me  in  some  alarm:  Ihad only the bath towel around my waist. He wanted to go back to bed Igripped his arm. ‘There’s something down there!” I said.

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