| Title | : | The Psychical Researcher's Tale - The Sceptical Poltergeist |
|---|---|---|
| Author | : | J.D. Beresford |
| Release | : | 1947-01-01 |
| Kind | : | ebook |
| Genre | : | Horror, Books, Fiction & Literature |
| Size | : | 15353 |
| It is a short story book. There was once a time (he began) when I decided that I was a fraud; that I could not be a psychical researcher any longer. I determined to give it all up, to investigate no more phenomena nor attend another séance, nor read a word about psychical research for the remainder of my life. On the contrary, I planned an intensive study of the works of the later Victorians, of that blissful period in the history of Europe when we could believe in the comforting doctrine of materialism'. Oh!' I thought', that one had a Haeckel or a Huxley living now to console us with their beautiful faith in the mortality of the soul!' The Neo-Darwinians failed to convince me; the works of H. G. Wells left me cold. I will tell you the events that brought me to this evil pass. It is not likely that anyone here will remember the Slipperton case. It attracted little attention at the time. In 1905 there was still a little sanity left in the world. A few even of the London dailies were nearly sane then, and refused to report ghost stories unless they were known to be untrue. And the Slipperton case had hardly any publicity—an inch in the Daily Mail, headed 'Family Evicted by Ghosts', was the only newspaper report that I saw; though there may have been others. In these days the story would be given a couple of columns opposite the leader page; and the Sunday papers. . . I was connected with the thing because Edgar Slipperton and his wife were friends of mine; quiet, old-fashioned people who believed that when you were dead you were dead, and that that was the end of it. The phenomena that drove them out of their house at last were of the ordinary poltergeist type that date back to the days of John Wesley. The Slippertons had a fat and very stupid cook, whom I suspected of being an unconscious medium; but they were so attached to her that they refused to give her notice, as I strongly advised them to do. They told me that although she was constitutionally unable to grasp a new idea, such as the idea of a different pudding, she was entirely dependable, always doing the same things in the same way and with the same results. And while this confirmed my suspicions that she was a spiritualistic medium, I recognised that she might have useful qualities as a cook. |
