Moral of the story and the story of beginning is myra once forgot to get her English
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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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