To The Editor:
Many years ago when I lived in St. Albans, Vermont, I got up in the middle of the night. Ahead of me was an apparition that looked like a ghost! I thought it must be my imagination! Next day, I told my elderly neighbor, Libbie, who lived in the apartment across the hall, about my experience. She was Scottish and believed in ghosts. She told me her husband, who had died a long time ago, would visit her from time to time. I remembered that back then men used to wear nightshirts to bed. I guess that night he just got the wrong apartment!
Pat Austin
Moretown
