So I snuffed out the candle.

Out It hopped and kept a jumping on one leg like from one side to the other.

We were so much afraid we covered our faces; we dreaded to see It, so we hid our eyes under the sheet, and she clung on to me all shaking; she felt worse because she was blind.
"We fell asleep at daylight, and when I told Monk, the butler, he said it was a corpse, sure--a corpse whose legs had been tied to keep them straight and the cords had not been taken off, the feet not being loosened.

Why my own dear mother, that's dead many a year (Heaven bless her departed spirit!)--she would never tell a word that was not true--she saw a ghost hopping in that way, tied-like, jumping around a bed--blue as a blue bag; just after the third day she was buried, and my mother (the Lord bless her soul!) told me the sons went to her grave and loosened the cords and she never came back any more.

Isn't it awful?
And, bedad, Miss, it's every word true.