My Own True Ghost Story by Rudyard Kipling Page 1 of 13
My Own True Ghost Story - Rudyard Kipling
As I came through the Desert thus it was
As I came through the Desert.
The City of Dreadful Night.
Somewhere in the Other World, where there are books and pictures and plays and shop windows to look at, and thousands of men who spend their lives in building up all four, lives a gentleman who writes real stories about the real insides of people; and his name is Mr. Walter Besant. But he will insist upon treating his ghostsÃ¢Â€Â”he has published half a workshopful of themÃ¢Â€Â”with levity. He makes his ghost-seers talk familiarly, and, in some cases, flirt outrageously, with the phantoms. You may treat anything, from a Viceroy to a Vernacular Paper, with levity; but you must behave reverently toward a ghost, and particularly an Indian one.