Boldly ascending the stairs, they reached the room which afforded a resting place to the grisly phantom, and, picking their way across the rafters, for there was no flooring, they found the ghost as most of its species turns out to be, a very harmless and unsubstantial creature, being nothing more nor less than the light of the street lamp reflected by the swing window, which was open, up on the white wash wall of the room.
The lads presented themselves at the window to assure the spectators below that they were uninjured, and the ghost was just shadow and light at play, so the gazers dispersed, laughing at their own and their neighbour’s credulity. On the following night, however, the phantom again appearing, about 10 persons collected, and could not persuade themselves that even after knowing about last night's reveal, it must be a real ghost.