I had a little machine, similar to a camera, and my brother Chris, like a ghost, was inside the machine. I could either turn the machine on or off. My father was in the same room with me, and we were going to sleep in the same bed. We talked about the machine. Also in the room with us was a woman who resembled my great-aunt Dorothy. She was talking, when she suddenly heard a noise and jumped. It sounded as if a ghost were in the next room. She was quite skittish and scared.

I turned to my father and asked him whether he thought Dorothy remembered she had once told us that she had seen my great-uncle Adolph at her house after he had died. My father said Dorothy had indeed once claimed to have seen Adolph's ghost. But apparently she had forgotten about having seen Adolph's ghost; and now she had become afraid of ghosts. I speculated that the ghosts we were hearing might be friendly. In fact I thought Chris might even be in the next room making the noise. Since Dorothy was so afraid, I also was slightly afraid. But I was trying not to be afraid. I was trying to get a grasp of the situation.

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