The Wadsworth dispatch. [volume] (Wadsworth, Nev.) 1892-1899, 1894-03-28
IN A RooM.
A Singular Experience Whici, Shock n
Mans Relief In Ghosts.

6lnkuiu ~ hhs -
Mans neiitf In Ghosts.
"There is no such;thing as. ghosts"
said a Chicago drummer Il used to
think that maybe spirits did return I'M
til about u year ago, when ] was stop
ping at n hotel III u small Iowa town.
Then ! was convinced that they art
only arpa~itions. l registered II night
about 0 o'clock and found the house
crowded. In fact. the landlord. IN hon
est old back number, said he couldn't
give me u rdoia at all 'nnltss,' he whis-
pered to Inc, 'you amt scared of
ghosts. I've only got one ~nnoccupied
room in the house he continued, and
it's haunted. About u year ago n Of
my boarders committed suicide-cnt lis
throat with Il raZJr--ani EVER since then
his ghost has appeaied.' We'll, | had
never seen II gbost--had often heard Of
them, but never believed they existed.
So | took the room right gladly and re-
tired at nce
although l was worn out, | couldn't
go to sleepfor thinking, not of the ghost.
but of the man who had committed sui
eide. Who was he? Why did he do it?
Was he in lover Lose money? And a
hundred questions continued TO march
through my mind, despite my efforts to
sleep. The more | thought of the case,
the more intense my thoughts became.
l became nervous and began tossing
around the bed, all the time thinking Of
the unfortunate man who had committed.
suicide. 1t was growing late. Not a
sound could be heard. Every one was
in bed asleep. Finally | began to think
of tho ghost. / began to wonder what
he looked like: what his proportions
were and how le looked, when, lol the
ghost appeared.
Isaw him az plainly rs l see you. He
seemed To rise from the floor just at the
foot of tho bed. He was long and gaunt,
and his hair fell abont his head in long,
tangled mats. IL, stood. both hands
resting on the ~foolboard, sGari1y ut me
with sucn an awful intensity that
auaked. Big beads Of cold, clammy
perspiration camr ont all over my body.
Yet | was hot and thought | would
burst open. | wanted to run, but could
o move ~ muscle. After looking ut
me intently for abont five minutes. l
suppose, as if | We're tho cause OF all his
troubles, the ghost walked to tho wash
stand, which was a few feet III the right
of tho bed. He stopped and pulled open
o drawer and took out something which
l could not see. Then he closed the
drawer softly. as IL fearing some one
would hear him.
He then unbuttoned the collar band of
his nightshirt and rubbed his hand
around his neck as though feeling for
hand, and for the first time saw arazor,
which he had taken from the drawer.
Again he rubbed his left hand around
his throat and started to rut the razor
to his neck, but he pulled it back and
continued to rub his throat. He did this
nearly 10 minutes, | think. when sud-
denly the other hand was brought up,
and the keen edge of the razor sank into
his throat. He dropped-I heard the
falkland that was the last | saw of the
ghost. No. | was awake at the time.
| didn't go to sleep that night at all. But
then it was no ghost; it was only an APP
partition, the child of my own excited
nerves, for l looked for the razor, and
there was none there, and it could net
have dropped through the floor. No,
sir; when u man tells me he has seen
ghosts, | tell him he needs some liver
regulator. Fort Worth Gazette.