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Our adaptation of A Fight With A Ghost (Ch5)

I put down my billiard cue and went over to Miss Stonor.

`Look, Miss Stonor,’ I said taking her hand, which was hot and feverish. `I am a doctor and a friend of George. Now tell me all about it, and I will do my best to sort it out.’

She was crying as she spoke. But she managed to tell me that every night since arriving at Woodcote she had been awakened in some mysterious way. She had seen a horrible face looking at her. As soon as she moved, the face would disappear. She believed the apparition only existed in her imagination, and this frightened her even more: she feared she was going mad.

I told her that she had a nervous disorder, and I promised that I would get her a prescription from the village. She told me not to tell anyone, especially George and she went away relieved. But I was not certain that I had made the correct diagnosis of her. You see I had been rather upset myself just hours before. George was away longer than I thought and I was going to go away and find him when I met Mrs Carson.

`Can you spare me a moment?’ she asked. `I want to speak to you, alone.’

`With pleasure, Mrs Carson,’ I replied. `Let’s speak an hour from now.’

`It is good to have a doctor in the house,’ she said with a nervous laugh. `Now I want you to prescribe me a sleeping pill. My nerves are out of order and I am not sleeping well.’

‘Do you see faces…and such things when you wake?’ I asked.

“How do you know?’ she asked quickly.

`We doctors notice and observe these things.’ I said.

‘I know you might think that I am mad but it is making me quite ill. It seems rather real to me. I didn’t want to mention it to Mr Carson or George in case they thought I was mad too.’

 

A Fight with a Ghost (Ch4)

I must admit, I was in a bit of a panic. It must have shown in my face.

‘What’s the matter?’ George asked, as I almost fell into his study.

‘Oh, nothing,’ I answered. ‘I dropped my candle and lost my way.’

‘But who were you talking to? ’

‘I was only cursing out loud because I dropped my candle, ‘ I lied.

‘Oh, I thought perhaps you had seen…somebody,’ replied George.

For some reason, I didn’t want to tell him the truth. I did not want him to laugh me. But I was determined to stay and have a complete rest.

That night, I woke up several times with the feeling of that cold hand under my own – a clammy hand which writhed its fingers under my own as my fingers closed upon it.

The next morning after breakfast, I was in the billiard room again practicing some shots and George Carson was over at the stables. The door opened and Miss Stonor looked in.

‘Come in,’ I said. ‘George will be back from the stables in a few minutes.’

‘I wanted to speak to you, ‘ she said.

She was looking very tired and ill and began to think I should not have had this holiday at all.

‘Do you believe in ghosts?’ she asked, closing the door and coming towards the billiard table. She stood leaning with both her hands upon it.

‘No,’ I replied, missing an easy shot as I remembered my experience on the stairs last night.

‘And, supposing that a person did believe in them and saw them, ‘ Miss Stonor paused, ‘Is there any cure?’

‘What do you mean, Miss Stonor?’ I asked, looking at her with some surprise. `Do you mean that you… ‘ I stopped because Miss Stonor turned away, sat down in one of the chairs, and burst into tears.

‘Oh, please help me,’ she cried. `I believe I am going mad!’

Our adaptation of ‘A Fight with a Ghost’ Chapter 3

The second night after my arrival – I remember, the rest of the family had all gone to bed – George and I retired to the study for a drink and a chat before bed. The study was upstairs and next to his bedroom. We sat down and I remembered that I had left my pipe in the billiard room. The house was now in darkness, so I lit a candle and made my way down through the house. The house looked weird in the flickering light of the candle and the stairs creaked in an awful way as I made my way down them. It sounded like someone was following me down them. I found my pipe where I had left it in the billiard room. I returned upstairs in more of a hurry than was needed and I stumbled on the stairs and dropped my candle. It went out. After a few moments, I found it, but I had no matches and I had to make my way along by feeling the cold wooden banister of the stair. It was so dark that I could not see my own hand. As I made my way slowly up the stairs, with my hand sliding along the cold smooth wood, it suddenly slid over something cold and clammy. I stopped dead and closed my fingers around it. It was another hand, a thin, bony hand that pulled itself slowly away from the grip of my own. And although I could see and hear nothing, I could feel something going past me on the stairs.

‘What’s that? Who are you?’ I called.

There was no answer.

Our adaptation of A Fight with a Ghost (Ch2)

“The house was called ‘Woodcote’ and it was a nice place to look at. It was out in the country but not too far from the train station. It was quiet but not remote. The Carsons had been lucky. It was a very good house, bought at a good price. George had told me that the owner had taken unwell and he had moved abroad because of his poor health.

Over the years, the house had been repaired and other rooms had been added. A billiard room had been built out at the back of the house. This was very handy when the weather was bad and you could not go out. Attending that New Year at the house was George, his mum and dad, young Ms Carson and Miss Stonor, who now, of course, is Mrs Carson, and lastly, myself.

Now Miss Stonor should have been happy. George Carson was, apart from being a very nice fellow, wealthy and ambitious. But, it appeared to me that there was something on her mind because she looked nervous and restless. I saw that George had noticed this. He looked puzzled, and a couple of times I caught him watching Miss Stonor anxiously. But, there was no doctor there and I was not a doctor, so it was no business of mine. But I was to discover the reason for Miss Stonor’s anxiety before I left Woodcote. “

Our adaptation of A Fight with a Ghost (Chapter 1) by Q.E.D

‘No, I have never believed in ghosts,’ said the doctor, `but I have always been afraid of them.’

‘Have you ever seen one?’ asked one of the other men.

The doctor took the cigar from his mouth and looked at it for a moment before replying. `I have had some rather strange and surprising experiences,’ he said. `Do you want to hear about one of them? It gives me the shivers just speaking about it.’

We all nodded. The doctor took a sip of his drink, shook his shoulders, and began:

`Do you remember George Carson who played for the University some years ago; a big chap with a light moustache? Well, I saw a lot of him before he got married. It was just after he got engaged to Miss Stonor, who is now Miss Carson, and he asked me to go down to a place that his people owned in the country. Miss Stonor was going to be there and I was to meet her. I could not go down on Christmas day because I wanted to be with my own family that day. However, I wanted a bit of a rest, and some time in the country sounded good, so I decided to go and see George for a couple of days around New Year.’