A Haunted House by Virginia Woolf Audiobook

Whatever hour you woke there was a door shutting.

From room to room they went, hand in hand, lifting here, opening there, making sure — aghostly couple.

"Here we left it," she said.

And he added,"Oh, but here too!" "It's upstairs," she murmured.

"And in the garden," he whispered "Quietly,"they said, "or we shall wake them.

" But it wasn't that you woke us.

Oh, no.

"They'relooking 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 standingopen, only the wood pigeons bubbling with content and the hum of the threshing machinesounding from the farm.

"What did I come in here for? What did I want to find?" My handswere empty.

"Perhaps it's 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.

The windowpanes reflected apples, reflected roses; all the leaves were green in the glass.

If theymoved in the drawing room, the apple only turned its yellow side.

Yet, the moment after,if the door was opened, spread about the floor, hung upon the walls, pendant from the ceiling— what? My hands were empty.

The shadow of a thrush crossed the carpet; from the deepestwells of silence the wood pigeon drew its bubble of sound.

"Safe, safe, safe," the pulseof the house beat softly.

"The treasure buried; the room.

" the pulse stopped short.

Oh, was that the buried treasure? A moment later the light had faded.

Out inthe garden then? But the trees spun darkness for a wandering beam of sun.

So fine, so rare,coolly sunk beneath the surface the beam I sought always burnt behind the glass.

Deathwas the glass; death was between us; coming to the woman first, hundreds of years ago,leaving the house, sealing all the windows; the rooms were darkened.

He left it, lefther, went North, went East, saw the stars turned in the Southern sky; sought the house,found it dropped beneath the Downs.

"Safe, safe, safe," the pulse of the house beat gladly.

"The Treasure yours.

" The wind roars up the avenue.

Trees stoopand bend this way and that.

Moonbeams splash and spill wildly in the rain.

But the beamof the lamp falls straight from the window.

The candle burns stiff and still.

Wanderingthrough the house, opening the windows, whispering not to wake us, the ghostly couple seek theirjoy.

"Here we slept," she says.

And he adds, "Kisseswithout number.

" "Waking in the morning —" "Silver between the trees —" "Upstairs —" "Inthe garden —" "When summer came —" "In winter snowtime —" The doors go shuttingfar in the distance, gently knocking like the pulse of a heart.

Nearer they come; cease at the doorway.

The wind falls, the rain slides silver down theglass.

Our eyes darken; we hear no steps beside us; we see no lady spread her ghostly cloak.

His hands shield the lantern.

"Look," he breathes.

"Sound asleep.

Love upon their lips.

"Stooping, holding their silver lamp above us, long they look and deeply.

Long they pause.

The wind drives straightly; the flame stoops slightly.

Wild beams of moonlight cross bothfloor and wall, and, meeting, stain the faces bent; the faces pondering; the faces thatsearch the sleepers and seek their hidden joy.

"Safe, safe, safe," the heart of the house beats proudly.

"Long years —" he sighs.

"Again you found me.

" "Here," she murmurs, "sleeping; in the garden reading; laughing,rolling apples in the loft.

Here we left our treasure —" Stooping, their light liftsthe lids upon my eyes.

"Safe! safe! safe!" the pulse of the house beats wildly.

Waking,I cry "Oh, is this your buried treasure? The light in the heart.

"End of A Haunted House by Virginia Woolf.

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