Ex~s1~v~ Stories	PaE~e Four	~.	4.
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~.	lili lod€stone ~nd brimstone ~.nd asafoetlda and resin and bluestone and gwn qrabic and &~ pod or two red pepper. Put dis in de red flannel beg, at midnight on d.~ dark of de moon, and it sho‘ do de works

	“I knowed a ghost house, I sho‘ did. i~vcrybod.y knowed ~ a red brick house in ~&co ‚ on Thirt eenth and ~7ashiri~t on St. • Dey calls lt de B~ii house. It sho‘ a fine, bit, house, but folks couldn‘t use it. Dc white folks w1î~t owns it, dey gits one nigger and ‘notlier to stay round and look after thln~s. Dc white folks wants inc to stay dere. I does. ‘~very Friday night dere ~ia ~ rustlin‘ sound, like murmur of tr~etops, all through dat house. Dc shutt~rs rattles — oni:, dere ain1t no shutt~,rs on dem windows, Jes‘ plain ~ ~xiythin~, I hears a chair, rockint ‚ ~i~~thf . Footsteps ‚ soft ~s ~e breath, you could ~car dein plain. But I stays a‘d hunts and can‘t find nobody nor ~ none O~ dem Friday nights.

	‘1Den cor~ie d€~ 1~‘riday night on ‘ic l~is‘ quarter de moon. Long tbout midnight, so~aething lift Tr~c ou~t de cot. I he~ar~d ~ li‘i child solDbin‘, and dat rocker git started, and de shutters dey rattle s~ftlikc, and dat rustlin‘, mournin‘ sound all through dat hou$e. I takes th~ lantern ‘and out in de hr~.ll I goes. Right by de foot de stairs I seed a wom:~n, hit as life, but she was thin and I ~e&~d right through her, She j~s‘ walk on down dat hail and p~y inc no mind. She make de sound like de b~atin‘ of wings. I ies~ froze, I couldn‘t ino~re.

	“Dat woin~n jest melted out de window ~t de end of de hail, ~nd I left d~‘.t place ~
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