A Ghost in the Garret
by Mary Kyle Dallas
“This is the garret floor. It’s a relic of the past,” said Miss Pettigrew. “They do not build such garrets now. The house is more than a hundred years old. It was my grandfather’s grandfather who built it. By the way,” continued the lady, turning on her guest in a sharp and bird-like manner peculiar to her—“by the way, this garret is haunted.”
“How delightful! Do tell me about the ghost!” cried the young lady who had followed her into the great room which covered half the large house.
“The ghost, Miss Walker, is a soldier, an officer who was killed by a jealous husband in a duel, which took place here. He walks up and down, trailing his sword after him, and is said to be as pale as death; however, he hasn’t been seen for ten years, though the servants are terribly afraid of him yet.
“They sleep,” said Miss Pettigrew, “in that half of the garret which is partitioned off, and use the backstairs. They wouldn’t come here for the world, so I make a sort of store closet of those shelves there, and feel perfectly safe about my sweetmeats.
“Here,” said Miss Pettigrew, opening a little door—“here is still… Read More