Sketches by Mark Twain/A Ghost Story

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A GHOST STORY. I TOOK a large room, far up Broadway, in a huge old building whose upper stories had been wholly unoccupied for years, until I came. The place had long been given up to dust and cobwebs, to solitude and silence. I seemed groping among the tombs and invading the privacy of the dead, that first night I climbed up to my quarters. For the first time in my life a superstitious dread came over me ; and as I turned a dark angle of the stairway and an invisible cobweb swung its slazy woof in my face and clung there, I shuddered as one who had encountered a phantom. I was glad enough when I reached my room and locked out the mould and the darkness. A cheery fire was burning in the grate, and I sat down before it with a comforting sense of relief. For two hours I sat there, thinking of bygone times ; recalling old scenes , and summoning half iorgotten laces out o^ the mist of the past; listening in fancy to voices that long ago grew silent for all time, and to once familiar songs that nobody sings now. And as my reverie softened down to a sadder and sadder pathos, -the shrieking of the winds outside softened to a wail, the angry beating of the rain against the panes diminished Page:Sketches by Mark Twain.djvu/243 Page:Sketches by Mark Twain.djvu/244 Page:Sketches by Mark Twain.djvu/245 Page:Sketches by Mark Twain.djvu/246 Page:Sketches by Mark Twain.djvu/247 Page:Sketches by Mark Twain.djvu/248 Page:Sketches by Mark Twain.djvu/249 Page:Sketches by Mark Twain.djvu/250