A Haunted House: Virginia Woolf [2 of 7]

• But it wasn't that you woke us. Oh, no. "They're looking for it; they're drawing the curtain," one might say, and so read on a page or two.
• "Now they've found it,' one would be certain, stopping the pencil on the margin. And then, tired of reading, one might rise and
• see for oneself, the house all empty, the doors standing open, only the wood pigeons bubbling with content and
• the hum of the threshing machine sounding from the farm. "What did I come in here for? What did I want to find?" My hands were empty.
• "Perhaps its upstairs then?" The apples were in the loft. And so down again, the garden still as ever, only the book
• had slipped into the grass. But they had found it in the drawing room. Not that one could ever see them.