Indian Ghost Stories - Second Edition by S. Mukerji
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running to time either. I was given to understand that a tree had been
blown down against the telegraph wire, and so the signals were not going through; and as it was rather dark the trains were only running on the report of _a motor trolly_ that the line was clear. Thus I reached home at about eleven instead of eight in the evening. "I found my father also sitting up for me though he had had his dinner. He wanted to learn the particulars of the storm at Calcutta. "Within ten minutes of my arrival he went to bed and within an hour I finished my dinner and retired for the night. "It was rather stuffy and the bed was damp as I was perspiring freely; and consequently I was not feeling inclined to sleep. "A little after midnight I felt that there was somebody else in the room. "I looked at the closed door--yes there was no mistake about it, it was my wife, my wife who had been dead these eighteen months. "At first I was--well you can guess my feeling--then she spoke: "'There is a cool bed-mat under the bedstead; it is rather dusty, but it will make you comfortable. "I got up and looked under the bedstead--yes the cool bed-mat was there right enough and it was dusty too. I took it outside and I cleaned it by giving it a few jerks. Yes, I had to pass through the door at which she was standing within six inches of her,--don't put any questions; Let me |
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