Whether he believed in ghosts or not, evidently he did not fear them.
"Yes, sir," he said.

"We're supposed to have a ghost here." "Where ?" "In that room over there," he answered, indicating the bedroom from which we had come.
We listened attentively to Bryan while he told how the daughter of Governor Swan had come to attend a ball at Hampton, and how she had died in the four-post bed in that old shadowy guest room, and of how, since then, she had been seen from time to time.
"They's several people say they saw her," he finished.

"She comes out and combs her hair in front of the long mirror." However, as we drove back to Baltimore that evening, we repeatedly assured one another that we did not believe in ghosts..