Nothin' human ever looked like it, and nothin' alive ever moaned like it did." By this time the rest of the party had reached the cabin door.

The less timorous ventured inside, while others contented themselves by looking through the small windows.
"Well, if you're sure you really saw something, we'd better make a thorough search of the house and the grounds," said Bonner, and forthwith began nosing about the two rooms.
The floors were shaky and the place had the odour of decayed wood.

Mould clung to the half-plastered walls, cobwebs matted the ceilings, and rotted fungi covered the filth in the corners.

Altogether it was a most uninviting hole, in which no self-respecting ghost would have made its home.

When the time came to climb up to the little garret Bonner's followers rebelled.