St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-01-06
A ST. LOUIS ROOM
Noted for Bad Dreams and Ghostly
Repetitions ofa Tragedy.
Globe Democrat

Globe Democrat.
There is building in st. Louis.
situated not hundred miles from the
Globe Democrat, containing room
which. to say the least about it. is de-
cdedly uncanny. This building at the
present time is rented out in offices, but
a portion of it, at least, was in times
gone by used to as a dwelling house.
This particular room of which speak
was, / understand, a gambling re-
sort, and murder is said to have been
committed therein. With the particu-
lars of this crime am entirely unac-
quainted, and it is therefore impossible
for me to say whether the experience
| had one night when sleeping there
bears in any way upon it, but think
that its recital may prove highly inter
esting to any one not altogether in
credulouS with regard to things super
natural.
had occasion to sleep in this room
for several months, and l can truthfully
say that l never once retired to rest
without being disturbed by dreams OF
most hideOuS character. l would not
lay much stress on this circumstance
were 1t not that every one who hap
pened to take nap, day OF night, on
the couch which the room contained
complained of the same thing. How
ever, was one night visited by SOme-l
thing of a mere unaccountable nature
than the usual species of nightmare
from which was wont to suffer. Quite
a numerous party had been in the room
with me till IL o'clock or later, and
had scarcely undreSSed and disposed
myself to rest before two heavy signs,
coming from the far corner of the room
near the window, arreStedimy attention.
at first supposed that some one had,
remained behind when the rest had
hidden ME good night; but moments
considerations convinced me OF the fall
lacy of this idea, and, wondering whence
the sounds could have come, l raised
myself on the couch and peered at that
portion of the room. In that particular
corner was a gas jet, which l was in
the habit of turning low when | went to
bed, and by its light | could plainly dis
Germ everything i'll the vicinity, and the
outlines of those objects beyond its i'm
mediate radiance were dimly visible;
yet apparently there was nothing in the
room capable of producing the sounds L
had heard.
had scarcely assured myself of the
fact when woman'S voice, III tones or
the most heart-rending pathos, ex-
claimed: ooh. my Godv' and this after
short interval was followed by a gasp
ing sob, preceding long-protracted
moan of anguish, which gradually SUBJ
sided and gave place to silence so
profound that l could plainly hear the
beating of my own heart ana the throb-
bing of my temples as the blood rushed
wildly to my head. No words can de-
scribe the emotions l experienced at
this, presume, ghOStly re-enactment OF
a crime that had taken place years be-
fore; | seemed incapable OF movement,
and still preserved my upright position,
staring wildly at the spot where the
| invisible tragedy had taken place. Still
l could see nothing, and yet, by some
underlined instinct, l knew that an i'm
| palpable presence was there, bending
low over his victim.
With the same instinct | followed his
movements as he dragged heavy bur-
den across the floor and flung 1t into a
closet at the far end of the room, and
then made his exit at the door and fled
| down the stairway with Stealthy steps.
AS these died away i'll the distance the
spell which had hitherto held me
| mOtioneSs was broken, and | sank back
on the couch exhausted, with the per-
| spration breaking out at eveLy pore
and saturating my clothing as though it
had been dipped in water.
| slept in that room for a good many
months afterward, and though my
| comfortable nature, was never II Dubbed
or impalpable.