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Our Next-Door Neighbors
written by "Sarg, Tony, 1880-1942"
...he grove it was so dark, I lost my bearings. “Why didn’t we bring a flashlight?” asked Beth. “There were none at the hotel,” I told her. “I know some boys,” said Rob with a little laugh, “who would have lent us one––maybe.” 198 Fortunately we were well provided with safety matches and after striking a box or so, we gained the open. A rise of ground hid the house, but when we climbed to the top, the ghost loomed up ghastlier than ever. I felt the business-like Miss Frayne start and shiver as a little scream escaped her. I didn’t wonder. Even I, knowing that it was an illusion and a snare, felt my flesh creeping as I looked at the ghastly thing in the window. Every now and then according to schedule a light flashed from the windows below. And then came the blood-curdling sounds––whimpers and groans that were rivaling the whistling of the wind. “This is awful!” said Miss Frayne in a hoarse whisper. “Do you want to go inside the house?” I asked. 199 “No––o! I couldn’t. Not tonight.” We were some little in advance of Rob and Beth. When one spectral sound came like a tense whisper, Miss Frayne turned and fled, and of course I followed her. We could not see our two companions, but suddenly in an interim of wind and ghost whispers, we heard Beth say: “Yes, Rob. I think we should really be cosier in a story-and-a-half cottage than we should in a bungalow.” “Ye Gods!” muttered Miss Frayne, “did he propose in the face of that awful Thing?” “Ship ahoy!” I called. “Oh, didn’t you go inside?” asked Rob. “Go in! I wouldn’t go inside that place; not if I lose my job on the paper. What can it be? You don’t seem to mind it, Miss Wade.” “Well, you know,” said Beth apologetically, “this is my t...

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