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My First and Last Ghost


I don’t believe in ghosts. Please accept that as a starting-point. I am not in the least an imaginative or nervous person. I entertain a profound contempt for Spiritualism, and all the morbid follies which are connected with it. I have always had quite a reputation for good common sense, and I have never, thank God, had a secret of any kind on my mind. Yet I was the person of all others selected as the object of a ghostly manifestation, and here I am in my sedate middle age taking the public into my confidence, and asking for some rational explanation of the events which I am about to relate, on the credit of my serious, sober veracity.

Some twenty years ago, when I was a girl, or, at least, quite a young woman, I went down into South Carolina to visit an aunt of mine, who had married a wealthy planter, and settled in what we are apt to consider the backwoods. Another… Read More