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Exactly a fortnight later, when sitting at breakfast, she noticed that her brother seemed out of sorts, and did not eat. On asking him if anything were the matter, he answered, “I have had a horrid nightmare—indeed it was no nightmare: I saw it early this morning, just as distinctly as I see you.” “What?” she asked. “A villainous-looking hag,” he replied, “with her head and arms wrapped in a cloak, stooping over me, and looking like this—” He got up, folded his arms, and put himself in the exact posture of the vision. Whereupon she informed him of what she herself had seen a fortnight previously.

About four years later, in the same month, the lady’s married sister and two children were alone in the house. The eldest child, a boy of about four or five years, asked for a drink, and his mother went to fetch it, desiring him to remain in the dining-room until her return. Coming back she met the boy pale and trembling, and on asking him why he left the room, he replied, “Who is that woman—who is that woman?” “Where?” she asked. “That old woman who went upstairs,” he replied. So agitated was he, that she took him by the hand and went upstairs to search, but no one was to be found, though he still maintained that a woman went upstairs. A friend of the family subsequently told them that a woman had been killed in the house many years previously, and that it was reported to be haunted.