The Canterville Ghost
Chapter I
When the
American, Mr Otis, bought Canterville Castle, everyone told him that this was
very foolish, as the place was
haunted. But Mr Otis answered, “I come from a modern country, where we
have everything that money can buy. And if there were such a thing as a ghost
in Europe, we would have it at home in one of our museums.”
A few
weeks later, on a lovely July evening, Mr Otis, his wife and their children,
Washington, Virginia and the twins, went down to their new home. When they
entered the avenue of Canterville Castle, the sky suddenly became dark and a
spooky stillness was in the air.
Mrs
Umney, the housekeeper, led them into the library of the castle, where they sat
down and began to look around. Suddenly, Mrs Otis saw a red stain on the floor
just by the fireplace and said to Mrs Umney, “I am afraid something has been spilt there.”
“Yes,
madam,” said the old housekeeper in a low voice, “blood has been spilt on that
spot.”
“How
terrible,” said Mrs Otis; “I don't want any blood-stains in my sitting-room. It
must be removed
at once.”
The old
woman smiled and answered, “It is the blood of Lady Eleanore de Canterville,
who was murdered
on that spot by her husband, Sir Simon de Canterville, in 1575. Sir Simon
disappeared seven years later. His body has never been found, but his ghost still haunts
the Castle. The blood-stain is a tourist attraction now and it cannot be removed.”
“That is
all nonsense,” said Washington, the eldest son of the Otis family, “stain
remover will clean it up in no time,” and he took a bottle of stain remover out
of his pocket and cleaned the spot. But as soon as the blood-stain had
disappeared, a terrible flash of lightning lit up the room and a fearful peal
of thunder made the whole building shake.
Chapter II
There
was a
horrible storm that night, but apart from that nothing scary
happened. The next
morning, however, when the family
came down to breakfast, they
found the terrible stain of blood once again on
the floor. Washington
cleaned
it a second time, but the second morning it
appeared again. The third morning it was there,
too, although the library had been locked up at night by Mr Otis himself.
The following night, all doubts about the existence of the ghost were
finally removed forever. At eleven o'clock the family
went to bed and some time after, Mr Otis
was awakened by a strange noise in the corridor, outside his room. It
sounded like the clank
of metal, and it came nearer every moment. Mr Otis
got up and
looked at the time. It was exactly one o'clock.
So Mr Otis
put on
his slippers, went to the door and
opened it. There, right in front of him,
stood the ghost - his
eyes were as red as burning coals; long grey hair
fell over his shoulders and from his wrists and
ankles
hung heavy
chains.
“My dear Sir,”
said
Mr Otis, “you must oil those chains. It's impossible to sleep with such a noise
going on outside the bedrooms. I have therefore brought you this bottle of
lubricator, and I will be happy to supply you with more if you require it.”
With these words Mr Otis
laid
the bottle down
, closed
his door and went back to bed.
Shocked, the Canterville ghost stood quite motionless for a moment, but then
he
growled
angrily. Just at this moment, the twins appeared on the corridor and
threw a large pillow at
him! The ghost hastily
escaped
through the wall, and the house
became quiet again.
When the ghost
reached
his small secret chamber, he
took a deep breath. No ghosts in history had ever been treated
in this manner!
Chapter III
The ghost did not appear for the rest of the week. The only strange thing
that happened was the blood-stain, which they found on the library-floor every
morning. It was also quite strange that the colour of the stain changed from
time to time. Some mornings it was red, then brown or purple, or even green.
These changes amused the family very much, and bets on the colour were made
every evening. The only person who did not enter into the joke was Virginia.
For some unexplained reason, she was rather annoyed at the sight of the blood-stain,
and nearly cried the morning it was green.
The second appearance of the ghost was on Sunday night. Shortly after the
family
had gone
to bed they heard a fearful crash in the hall. A suit of armour
had fallen on the floor
and in a chair sat the Canterville ghost and rubbed his knees, which seemed to
hurt. When the twins started shooting peas at him with their pea-shooters, the
ghost stood up with an angry growl and passed through them like a mist. He also
blew out the candle, leaving them all in total darkness. On top of the stairs
the ghost turned around and, in order to frighten the Otis boys, laughed his
most horrible laugh. Just then, a door opened and Mrs Otis came out of her
bedroom. “I am afraid you are not well,” she said, “I have therefore brought
you this bottle of medicine.” The ghost looked at her furiously, and then he
disappeared.
When he reached his room, he was completely exhausted. This American family
was extremely annoying. But what annoyed him most was, that he
had not been able to
wear the suit of armour. The weight of it
had made him fall and hurt his knees.
For some days after this the ghost only left his room to renew the
blood-stain. However, on Friday, the 17th of August, he tried to frighten the
Otis family again. At half-past ten the family went to bed. For some time the
ghost heard the twins laugh, but at a quarter past eleven all was still. So, at
midnight he left his secret chamber and glided through the corridors, when
suddenly, behind one corner, a horrible ghost stood right in front of him. As
the Canterville ghost
had
never seen another ghost before, he was terribly frightened. He quickly
hurried back to his room. But then he thought that he should go and and speak
to the other ghost. After all, two ghosts were better than one, and his new
friend might help him to frighten the twins. However, when he came back to the
spot, he found that this 'other ghost' was not real, but only a white sheet
which the twins
had hung
there to play a trick on him. Very upset the Canterville ghost went back to his
chamber.
REPORT
in this
story shows how Mr. otis wanted to live in something other than what I was used
something modern so to speak, with his family despite the comments that made
people that live there where VAT lived a ghost which will was indifferent.