How the Ghost Was Laid
by Percival Sturgis
“I am sorry, sir, but all the rooms are taken.”
It was the landlord of the little inn at the L—who spoke.
“That is, all but one,” he added, “and that, I suppose, you would not care to occupy.”
“Why not?” replied I.
“Well, you see, it’s haunted,” returned the landlord, lowering his voice to a whisper as he spoke.
I was tired, and besides, being naturally incredulous on the subject of ghosts, engaged the room without further conversation.
A very quaint and attractive little place was the village of L—, nestling so snugly in the… Read More