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occupied a sleeping-car berth that haunted, writes a commercial traveller in the St. Louis Globe Democrat. It was lower li. I rode in it from Chicago to Detroit, and I'll tell you I spent a horrible night. The weather waB pretty cold, and as I am subject to neuralgia, I tucked the blanket in cloie around my neck to avoid the draught, and I was just dozing off when I heard a most unearthly laut;h mid the blanket was suddenly pulled off away fruin my chin and half my chest. It only IO o'clock, but nearly everybody was in bed, and when I peeped oat to see if wa« anybody was playing a joke on me not a soul sight. in I the was tucked blanket around neck again, without really my thinking much about the disturbance, and in another doze, when off went the soon was blanket once more and again I heard the shrieking laugb. I hastily readjusted the blanket and tried to attribute the matter to but the blanket was nervousness, my own yanked away at once to the hyena-like laugb accompaniment. I looked out into the aisle again, there. but nobody was I looked toward the foot of the bed, and it seemed to that blue flames were there. ma flesh began to creep. I could hear ray heart like a Corliss engine. As my fear pumping stretched at full a white figure I saw grew length through the section panel work, its feet towards against mine. or Tbe blue flames seemed to play all over it and to leap from of the figure the eyes and mouth when the demon uttered. The laugh was tugging«t the blanket continued. 1 trembled and I could not poured perspiration, rise. I roljnd out of the berth into the aisle, and maybe I didn't hunt up the porter of ! that car I told him the story. Gracions gracious !" he exclaimed, his eyes bulging, Ize t>ot dat hoodoo blanket. Dat's a blanket, bot-s, what in a berf whar a man was died wid de jimjams. No, he didn't die in dat it his blanket, an' when berf-but dat *uz out o' de laundry someone's boan' to comes get it, an' Ize done gone an' got it dis trip. Nobody w'at gits it ever gits de bes' o dat ghost, an' I guess I bettah give you anoder blankit ur you won't sleep to-night." I got another blanket and slept all right. The always complaint porter told me there was the passenger who from got the haunted blanket. This occurred a year ago, and I the blanket is on the road somewhere suppose
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