Ghost Story

The Open Window by Saki-horror story short

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Frampton wondered whether Mrs. Sappleton, the lady to whom he was presenting one of the letters of introduction, came into the excellent division .’ Do you know many of the people around here -asked the niece .’Hardly a soul .said Frampton ‘Then you know nothing about my aunt ?asked the young lady .’ ‘only her name and address An undefinable something about the room seemed to suggest masculine habitation .’ ‘Her great tragedy happened just three years ago said the child ”You may wonder why we keep the window wide open on an October afternoon .said the niece .’ Out through that window, three years ago, her husband and her two younger brothers went off for their day’s shooting. They never came back Even their bodies were never recovered That’ why the window is kept open every evening till it is quite dusk She broke off with a little shudder ‘I hope Vera has been amusing you? She said .’ I hope you don’t mind the open window said Mrs. Sapplenton.To Frampton, it was all horrible .’ The doctors agree in ordering me complete rest, an absence of mental excitement and avoidance of anything in the name of violent physical exercise announced Frampton .’Here they are at last she cried ,just in time for tea and don’t they look as if they were muddy up to the eyes ‘Frampton shivered slightly and turned towards the niece with a look intended to convey sympathetic comprehension . The child was staring out through the open window with a dazed horror in her eyes. In the deepening twilight, three figures were walking across the lawn towards the window ., they all carried guns under their arms. A tired brown spaniel kept close at their heels. They neared the house, and then a hoarse young voice chanted out of the dusk ‘I said, Bertie, why do you bound /’A cyclist coming along the road had to run into the hedge to avoid imminent collision ‘Here we are my dear, coming in through the window, ‘Fairly muddy ,but most of it dry Who was that who bolted out as we came up /’One would think he had seen a ghost .’ I expect it was a spaniel ‘said the niece he told me he had a horror of dogs . He was once hunted into a cemetery somewhere on the banks of the Ganges by a pack of pariah dogs and had to spend the night in a newly dug grave with the creatures snarling and foaming just above him. This was so horrible and enough to make anyone lose their nerve ‘.

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