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A few years later, an author of sea-novels entered

Raynham's dominion. Captain Murryat chose to spend

his night. In the room where the poltergeist most frequently

arrived.

There hung a portrait, a sketch drawn of a lady. It was the

face of something dark still wandering this place.

Is it for real?... I must reveal if these grim hauntings are

the result of thieves and local smugglers.

On this dreary night he went to sleep, guided be two

friends and candlelight. All at once they froze...! Suddenly

they confronted the cursed lady. She came forth like

freezing winds from north.

No ghastly dream... The Brown Countess existed for real.

The armed captain pointed his gun and looses of a shot...!

The bullet passed straight through the fearsome shade.

Became lodged in the wall. This thing was not meant to fall.

No single cry, no wounds no blood... It should have died.

This unreal form dwells outside heavenly light.

Carrying a lantern. Gliding past the walls where her soul

became enthralled. Fear replaced... skepticism. At last

the shade turned and grinned in a diabolical way. Right

before... she vanished.