On another occasion one of the young ladies was kneeling by a trunk in an attic, alone, when water was switched over her face, as if from a wet brush.

{177b} There was a small pool of water on the floor, and the wall beyond her was sprinkled.
"Time went on, and the disturbances were very rare: in fact ceased for two years till the present week, when Mrs.Claughton, a widow accompanied by two of her children, came to stay with the Buckleys.
{177c} She had heard of the disturbances and the theory of hauntings-- I don't know if these things interested her or not.
"Early on Monday, 9th October, Mrs.Claughton came to consult me.

Her story was this: About a quarter past one on Sunday night, or Monday morning, she was in bed with one of her children, the other sleeping in the room.

She was awakened by footsteps on the stair, and supposed that a servant was coming to call her to Miss Buckley, who was ill.
The steps stopped at the door, then the noise was repeated.

Mrs.
Claughton lit her bedroom candle, opened the door and listened.