As we count down the days to Christmas, here’s another winter tale: a haunted house story by Josephine Dodge Daskam Bacon. I found it in Tim Prasil’s interesting Chronology of early Ghost Hunter fiction. The story opens with a critique of the genre:
The only objection I have to ghost stories,” said young Sanford, “is from a literary point of view. They’re so badly done, you know.”
Specifically, young Sanford asks, how do all these people in haunted rooms get scared to death? Why doesn’t anybody ever rescue them? Why don’t they scream?
This sarcastic complaint is a bit too much for a stranger in the room.
“Do you suppose they don’t try to scream? Do you suppose they don’t think they’re screaming?”
And so the company learns the tale of a haunted mill, where manifestations occurred every Christmas Eve for nineteen years, and three separate ghost hunter parties were driven to madness while investigating. But, of course, there had to be a fourth attempt. It went about as well as you would expect. Continue reading