Ghosts I Have Met

Book Excerpt: rvice to you," the Awful Thing replied, smiling at me so yellowly that I almost wished the author of the_Blue-Button of Cowardice_ could have seen it."It's very good of you," I put in."Not at all," replied the Thing; "you are the only man I know whodoesn't think it necessary to prevaricate about ghosts every time hegets an order for a Christmas story. There have been more lies toldabout us than about any other class of things in existence, and weare getting a trifle tired of it. We may have lost our corporealexistence, but some of our sensitiveness still remains.""Well," said I, rising and lighting the gas-logs--for I was on thevery verge of congealment--"I am sure I am pleased if you like mystories.""Oh, as for that, I don't think much of them," said the Awful Thing, with a purple display of candor which amused me, although I cannotsay that I relished it; "but you never lie about us. You are not atall interesting, but you are truthful, and we spooks hate libellers.Just because oneRead Mo