Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1935-01-10
TRUE GHOST
STORIES
By Famous People
Copyright by Public Ledger. Inc.
WNU Service.
By EDWARD C. 9OBINSON
Motion-Picture Star.

y MI early UdlIsloI HlinS udsS VI
! one-night stands, ! landed In a
small hotel In a New York hamlet.
The room was dismal. but | felt for
tunate that | could occupy II alone"
related Edward G. Robinson, the bad
man of the films.
During the night a queer, cold
tingling sensation pervaded my body.
There were slight noises in the room,
and ! attuned my ears to catch what
they were.
This was not the sound of a person
moving or breathing. 1t seemed at first
that there were stiled groans, but
these subsidized and gave way 10 a sort
of gurgling rattle which came inter
mittently. The hair at the back OF my
neck bristled and burned.
about two minutes later this queer
rattle ended with what sounded like a
gasp of breath and one louder rattle.
1t seemed to be right close to me, and
get from far away. The last rattle did
not give mt any better clue. but a
new sound had appeared which imme-
diately followed on the last.
1T was a steady drip, drip, drip. like
a faucet dripping into q pan of water.
1.-The continual drip. drip, drip per-
sisted until thought 1t would drive
me out of my mind. 1t seemed louder
than the other noises.
Fear oyercame me, and as | could
not sleep any longer ! decided to in
vestigate.
"My clothes were thrown over the
chair near the dresser, and | decided
to find q match In my trousers pocket
to light the gas and dispel once for all
this CHASTITY experience. Accordingly.
| began to crawl gingerly out of bed,
but no sooner did one foot touch the
floor than it landed in a small puddle
of warm liquid. Hurriedly, i drew my
foot back and huddled myself under
the covers.
1T could not have been water, for
It seemed to my then sensitive touch
TO be of a little heavier consistency,
and Its warmth was unnatural. In
stinctively, | felt something supernat-
ural in it, but my rational mind re-
fused to accept 1t.
81 was too frightened to get out OF
bed now to search for matches and the
gas Jet, but | knew where the pool
was into which | heard the drip, drip,
dripping of whatever 1t was. With up
turned palm, | held my hand over the
place. Nothing came from the CELL
ing, but still the drip, drip, drip
kept on.
For more than an hour this con-
tinued, and then the drops seemed
to fall seldom, until, at last. they
ceased entirely. Sleep came welcome.
ly TO my almost shattered nerves.
"When l awoke my first thought was
OF my nights experience. Hastily
looked at the floor where my foot had
encountered the warm liquid into which
something had dripped for more than
an hour, but to my relief the faded
carpet was clear and dry.
Laughing at what | now consld-
cred a silly nightmare, | slid out of
bed and prepared to dress. But my
sheepish smile froze on my face when
saw the foot that had stepped out
Of the bed during the night.
ut was red with blood, which was
now dried by the warmth under the
covers.
Searching for a wound which might
have caused it, | could only discover
that the skin on my foot was as clear
"Out Of the corner of my eye
could see the hotel owner studying me
while | ate breakfast downstairs.
"The landlord put on a furtive air,
as though be wanted no one to hear
him, as he approached me, and told
me of an event which happened some
ten years before.
1T appears that a man who was
later unidentified had passed through
the town and taken a nights lodging
just had my strange experience. No
sooner had he gone up to bed than
another traveller entered and was given
the room adjoining.
"There was no sound of any kind
during the night, but the following
morning the landlord discovered that
the second traveller had departed hur-
riedly and his bed had not been slept
in. 1t seemed very unusual, as there
was no means of transportation out
of town during the night.
1.-THE proprietor's curiosity was
aroused: he knocked or the door of the
first traveller, and when he received nc
answer boldly opened 1t and entered.
"The man was sprawled across the
bed In his night clothes. His head
hung over the side of the bed toward
the floor, with his sightless eyes looking
at the ceiling. 1t was therefore plain
to see that the mans throat had been
slashed by a sharp knife or a razor
and through the night his llfe's blood
had dripped onto the carpet near the
edge of the bed"