The janitor's stories were very creepy indeed, and Babe and Babbie went home shivering and clinging tight to Bob, who marched along bold as a lion. The two timid ones were sitting on the edge of Babbie's couch, discussing a gruesome tale of a girl who, gagged and tied to the bedpost by ghostly bonds, had watched her lover walk unsuspectingly upon an open trap-door and fall shrieking to his fate, when to their horror the door-handle moved and the door slid slowly open. At sight of the towering white-robed figure which entered with a queer, gliding motion, the two on the bed shrieked wildly.