Ghost Story

A Haunted House by Virginia Wolf- short horror stories in english

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There was a door shunting from room to room -opening there -a ghostly couple .’ Here we left it ‘she said .’ It’s upstairs, but it was not that you woke us ‘Now they; ‘ve found it ‘the house all empty, the door standing open “What did I want to find?’My hands were empty. The apples were in the loft, the garden still as ever, only the book had slipped into the grass. But they had found it in the drawing room. The shadow of a thrush crossed the carpet from the deepest wells of silence the wood pigeon drew its a bubble of sound,’ Safe, Safe, Safe ‘the pulse of the house beat softly. The treasure buried ,the room A moment later the light had faded death was the glass ,death was between us, coming to the woman first ,hundreds of years ago, leaving the house, sealing all the windows ,the rooms were darkened He left it, left her, went north went east The winds roar up the avenue Moonbeams splash and spill wildly in the rain . The candle burns stiff and still Wandering through the house, opening the windows, whispering not to wake us, the ghostly couple seek their joy .’Here we slept, she says, and he adds ,’Kisses without number Nearer they cease at the doorway The windfalls , Our eyes darken ,we hear no steps beside us ,we see no lady spread her ghostly cloak His hands shield the lantern . Look, he breathes, ‘Sound asleep. Love upon their lips .’ Holding their silver lamp above us, long they look and deeply. Long they pause. Wild beams of moonlight cross both floor and wall, meeting stain the faces bent, the faces pondering and seek their hidden joy .’Safe, Safe, Safe the heart of the house beats proudly ‘Long years -he sighs, Again you found me Here she murmurs sleeping, laughing rolling apples in the loft . Here we left our treasure -stooping their light lifts the lids upon my eyes. Safe, Safe, Safe’the pulse of the house beats wildly. I cry, ‘Oh, is this your buried treasure ?’ The light in the heart. She is not afraid ., as the ghosts mean no harm to the occupants. She does not fear them; instead, she allows their spirit to roam the house.

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