these were like. Sometimes there were low 
laughs, and again something would crack like 
scissors snapping. 
“There is no doubt I should have rushed out 
of the house and tried to walk back to town, but 
I wanted to become a member of the camera 
club. I knew I must obey the orders of the 
president, too, and try to take a picture of the 
ghosts, if there were such things in the house. 
Before long I became so frightened that I made 
up my mind to go up into the loft to see what 
was there. I felt sure I should die if I continued 
to sit where I was, and nothing worse than death 
could come to me in the loft. I picked up the 
candle and started up the stairs. Then all at 
once I saw something that looked white, or 
nearly so, on the. top landing. The thing 
hissed at me and waved a head that looked like 
the skull of a monkey. I shrieked and dropped 
the candle. It went out and left me in total 
darkness. I must have acted like a crazy 
man as I grabbed about on the floor for that 
candle. When I got it lighted again the ghost 
was gone, but I went up the steps with my heart 
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