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Their victimization remains too vague and allusive for the reader to under- stand, thereby guaranteeing that the women will most always be the most sympathetic characters, even though Croker seeks to hold them accountable for their actions in the larger imperial network by the terrible visions they witness.
Both Aggie and Susan are relieved when they arrive at their rented bun- galow, named Briarwood, with its English name and English landscaping, as Mrs. Inside, the bungalow is, likewise, furnished in an English style.
It has wardrobes, mirrors, armchairs, glasses, Spode china, lamps, pots for coffee and tea, dishes, candlesticks, wine coasters, and mustard spoons They also waste no time in walking to the nearest station to enter their names at the library and ask for letters at the nearby post office.
The answer to their question is given by a Mrs. Starkey, who hints that their joke may not be far from the truth. Croker describes Mrs.
This appraisal is followed by a plain and simple warning that the bungalow is haunted. I was afraid it was the drains. When asked what they will see, Mrs. She simply labels Mrs.
As they continue to live in their English India, Susan attends a picnic and becomes friends with Mr. Croker hints at a possible romantic match for the two young people, but this poten- tial for happiness is soon overshadowed by the presence of ghosts at Briarwood. Although she was the first to disregard the rumor, Aggie becomes the first person to hear the haunting sound of a man on horseback falling through the verandah railing during a violent rainstorm.
The former inhab- itants of the bungalow were a retired army officer, his wife, and their young niece, Lucy. The niece was engaged to a young officer in the British Guides, and in his rush to see Lucy, the man fell off the verandah to his death. Before she learns the story, Susan is escorted home in a violent rain storm by Captain Chalmers, and when she first hears the ghostly sounds, she thinks it is Charlie who is in danger.
Mary A. Procida notes that the verandah was also the place where British officials would meet with Indian petitioners. The verandah is, of course, also a marginal place, between inner and outer spaces.
During an era obsessed with public displays of authority and spec- tacles of power, the Anglo-Indian woman locates a lan- guage in which to disempower such authority, focusing instead on the domestic limitations of the picturesque. Through their writing, especially their published works, women authors were able to set themselves apart as privileged interpreters of empire and its workings, while also using the supernatural as a way to Edmundson describe both their fascination with their Indian environment as well as their anxiety within a foreign land.
They later find out from Mrs. The presence of the ghost also frees the Indian natives from their roles as servants for the Shandon family. University of South Carolina Critic There are slight mentions of her in reminiscences and memoirs in the early twentieth century.
Savi, Shelland Bradley, and various other short mentions of little-known Anglo-Indian writers. She knows the small and big Anglo-Indian stations well and can hit off their characteristics in a few bold strokes. She has wit, humour, and irony. She loves the jungle and the open field.
All her heroes are lovers of horseflesh, and hunt. They are not mere types, but possess an individuality of their own. The heroines, however, are all alike. These novels are amusing and vivacious, but suffer from monotony of treatment and themes. She also wrote several traditional romance novels based on her experi- ences in India, and like Croker, chose to keep her supernatural writing within the genre of short stories.
Steel, Mrs. Perrin and Mrs. Croker together, for they long divided the Indian Empire with Rudyard Kipling as a realm of fiction. When my husband was away tiger-shooting, and I was more or less a prisoner all day owing to the heat, I began a story, solely for my own amusement. It grew day by day, and absorbed all my time and interest. This was Proper Pride. With reluctance and trepidation I read it to a friend, and then to all the other ladies in the regiment—under the seal of secrecy.
These went the usual round, but at the end of a year I received a small offer for Proper Pride. It came out in August , without my name, and was immediately success- ful—principally owing to long and appreciative notices in The Times and Saturday Review, both on the same day.
Three editions went off in a month, and I must confess that no one was as much surprised by this success as I was.
Subsequently I sold the copy- right of Pretty Miss Neville for one hundred pounds, and though now a lady of thirty, she still sells, in cheap editions. I attribute muy good fortune to the fact that my novels struck a new note — India and army society—and that I received very powerful help from unknown reviewers. I like writing, otherwise I could not work.
This is an early version of the fear of atavism and degeneration that became more prevalent in the latter half of the nineteenth century, but also points to the growing concern over colonists failing vic- tim to contagious diseases in foreign countries. It was awful bad in these hill, that season!
The anxiety over unhealthy residences is a recurring theme in Victorian haunt- ed house stories as well, and is again related to class issues. In her study of London single-family homes and the problems of overcrowding, Jane Marcus sees an added social component in the literary houses of the time: Ghosts also conferred on middle-class houses the contagion and illness that urban investigators. In Victorian ghost stories, haunted middle-class houses in London become, like the lodging houses of the poor, scenes of crime and familial dissolution, with specters often replaying the murder of a spouse, sibling, or child.
Indeed, corpses litter middle-class houses in supernatural fiction as they did the houses of the poor in public health investigations. In the early twentieth century, the Mutiny was still in the collective memory of the people of northern India as the unfinished business of empire haunted both the British and the Indians.
Readers must bear in mind that Thompson account was written during a tense time in Anglo-Indian relations and after renewed violence in Amritsar in However, Susan displays few memsahib tendencies unlike her sister-in-law, Aggie and is for the most part a likeable character. Works Cited Barr, Pat.
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The content provided in this app is available in public accessable domain. Alli was a year older than me. Well one night Alli told me she had to leave, so she did. Never heard from her again. Fast forward to when I was 16, and mom told me that before I was born I had a sister named Alli, and she had passed away due to complications idr what the problem was, something about her lungs I think.
My mom tells me that it was probably all a coincidence since a divorce was going on during that time and I wanted a friend. But I still remember everything about Alli, and I refuse to believe it was all pretend. The man that comes and talks to us at night until we fall asleep.
I have four little cousins in who never got to meet my grandfather—he passed before they were born. One morning, they ran downstairs for breakfast as they usually do. They were pointing at a picture of my grandfather that they never got to meet.
This old rose garden was apparently under a newer wing of the home. Fuck that, I would never do my rounds alone when it happened, it was terrifying! I was not the only person this happened to, either. It was a regular occurrence. Ghost writing appeared on the wall in paint. We were under a lot of stress and other family issues at the time as well, but that is besides the point. My sister and my mom were painting the upstairs walls as we got the house to get ready.
My mom was on the wall to the far right, there was a blank wall in the middle, and my sister was on the far left. I was downstairs packing up things into boxes. Anyway, suddenly, my sister comes downstairs she is older than me looking scared out of her mind. She asks me to come upstairs.
Looking closely enough, you can see it was not written by accident, but rather by broad strokes made by a human hand. Problem is, the handprint is too big for any of us three to make it. The longer we stayed in the room, the more freaked out we got as we realized that nobody was playing a prank on anyone else.
I still have no explanation to this day of what it means. This Number Has Been Disconnected. A few years ago my brother would get a call on his cellphone around — A. He would answer and it was this hellish sounding noise.
Like static mixed with screams.
He changed his cell number after a month of this and it stopped. Then after a week or so it began again. The exact same noise. Exact same time.
Finally one day he decided to backdial the call. It was an old man that had no clue what he was talking about. Still the calls persisted.
No messages were left. He decided to say screw it. Ended his contract with his phone company, switched to a new one, and then got another new number.
You guessed it, the screaming static calls continued after a short delay. By this time he was terrified every night.