A Haunted House by Virginia Woolf

Whatever hour you woke there was a door shutting. From room to room they went, hand in hand, lifting here, opening there, making sure--a she said. And he added, But it wasn't that you woke us. Oh, no. But they had found it in the A moment later the light had The wind roars up the avenue. Trees stoop and bend this way and that. Moonbeams she says. And he adds, Nearer they come, cease at the doorway