The Haunted and the Haunters
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The Haunted and the Haunters
Edward Bulwer Lytton
Haunted and
the Haunters
A friend of mine, who is a man of letters and a philosopher,
said to me one day, as if between jest and earnest, "Fancy! since
we last met I have discovered a haunted house in the midst of
London.""Really haunted,—and by what?—ghosts?""Well, I can't answer that question; all I know is this: six
weeks ago my wife and I were in search of a furnished apartment.
Passing a quiet street, we saw on the window of one of the houses a
bill, 'Apartments, Furnished.' The situation suited us; we entered
the house, liked the rooms, engaged them by the week,—and left them
the third day. No power on earth could have reconciled my wife to
stay longer; and I don't wonder at it.""What did you see?""Excuse me; I have no desire to be ridiculed as a
superstitious dreamer,—nor, on the other hand, could I ask you to
accept on my affirmation what you would hold to be incredible
without the evidence of your own senses. Let me only say this, it
was not so much what we saw or heard (in which you might fairly
suppose that we were the dupes of our own excited fancy, or the
victims of imposture in others) that drove us away, as it was an
undefinable terror which seized both of us whenever we passed by
the door of a certain unfurnished room, in which we neither saw nor
heard anything. And the strangest marvel of all was, that for once
in my life I agreed with my wife, silly woman though she be,—and
allowed, after the third night, that it was impossible to stay a
fourth in that house. Accordingly, on the fourth morning I summoned
the woman who kept the house and attended on us, and told her that
the rooms did not quite suit us, and we would not stay out our
week." She said dryly, "I know why; you have stayed longer than any
other lodger. Few ever stayed a second night; none before you a
third. But I take it they have been very kind to you.""'They,—who?' I asked, affecting to smile."'Why, they who haunt the house, whoever they are. I don't
mind them. I remember them many years ago, when I lived in this
house, not as a servant; but I know they will be the death of me
some day. I don't care,—I'm old, and must die soon anyhow; and then
I shall be with them, and in this house still.' The woman spoke
with so dreary a calmness that really it was a sort of awe that
prevented my conversing with her further. I paid for my week, and
too happy were my wife and I to get off so cheaply.""You excite my curiosity," said I; "nothing I should like
better than to sleep in a haunted house. Pray give me the address
of the one which you left so ignominiously."My friend gave me the address; and when we parted, I walked
straight towards the house thus indicated.It is situated on the north side of Oxford Street, in a dull
but respectable thoroughfare. I found the house shut up,—no bill at
the window, and no response to my knock. As I was turning away, a
beer–boy, collecting pewter pots at the neighboring areas, said to
me, "Do you want any one at that house, sir?""Yes, I heard it was to be let.""Let!—why, the woman who kept it is dead,—has been dead these
three weeks, and no one can be found to stay there, though Mr. J―
offered ever so much. He offered mother, who chars for him, £1 a
week just to open and shut the windows, and she would
not.""Would not!—and why?""The house is haunted; and the old woman who kept it was
found dead in her bed, with her eyes wide open. They say the devil
strangled her.""Pooh! You speak of Mr. J―. Is he the owner of the
house?""Yes.""Where does he live?""In G― Street, No. ―.""What is he? In any business?""No, sir,—nothing particular; a single
gentleman."I gave the pot–boy the gratuity earned by his liberal
information, and proceeded to Mr. J―, in G― Street, which was close
by the street that boasted the haunted house. I was lucky enough to
find Mr. J― at home,—an elderly man with intelligent countenance
and prepossessing manners.I communicated my name and my business frankly. I said I
heard the house was considered to be haunted,—that I had a strong
desire to examine a house with so equivocal a reputation; that I
should be greatly obliged if he would allow me to hire it, though
only for a night. I was willing to pay for that privilege whatever
he might be inclined to ask. "Sir," said Mr. J―, with great
courtesy, "the house is at your service, for as short or as long a
time as you please. Rent is out of the question,—the obligation
will be on my side should you be able to discover the cause of the
strange phenomena which at present deprive it of all value. I
cannot let it, for I cannot even get a servant to keep it in order
or answer the door. Unluckily the house is haunted, if I may use
that expression, not only by night, but by day; though at night the
disturbances are of a more unpleasant and sometimes of a more
alarming character. The poor old woman who died in it three weeks
ago was a pauper whom I took out of a workhouse; for in her
childhood she had been known to some of my family, and had once
been in such good circumstances that she had rented that house of
my uncle. She was a woman of superior education and strong mind,
and was the only person I could ever induce to remain in the house.
Indeed, since her death, which was sudden, and the coroner's
inquest, which gave it a notoriety in the neighborhood, I have so
despaired of finding any person to take charge of the house, much
more a tenant, that I would willingly let it rent free for a year
to any one who would pay its rates and taxes.""How long is it since the house acquired this sinister
character?"