The malign spirit suddenly yielded after so many tenacious weeks and passed from Murasaki to the little girl who was serving as medium, and who now commenced to thresh and writhe and moan. …
…. The old terror and anguish came back. He took the little medium by the hand lest she do something violent.
“Is it really you? I have heard that foxes and other evil creatures sometimes go mad and seek to defame the dead. Tell me who you are, quite plainly. Or give me a sign, something that will be meaningless to others but unmistakable to me. Then I will try to believe you.”
Weeping copiously and speaking in a loud wail, the medium seemed at the same time to cringe with embarrassment.
“I am horribly changed, and you pretend not to know me. You are the same. Oh dreadful, dreadful.”
Even in these wild rantings there was a suggestion of the old aloofness. It added to the horror. He wanted to hear no more.
“do i have to live in scotland? do i get to live there?” “it’s in london but yes you have to live there in a room with a bunch of tvs you’ll love it.” “i do like that.” “i will not be there.” | GMM #1020 [x]