Chapter 2 summary canterville ghost
Chapter II
There was a horrible storm that night, but apart from that nothing scary happened. The nextmorning, however, when the family came down to breakfast, they found the terrible stain of bloodonce again on the floor. Washington cleaned it a second time, but the second morning it appearedagain. The third morning it was there, too, although the library had been locked up at night by Mr Otis himself.The following night, all doubts about the existence of the ghost were finally removed forever. Ateleven o'clock the family went to bed and some time after, Mr Otis was awakened by a strangenoise in the corridor, outside his room. It sounded like the clank of metal, and it came nearer everymoment. Mr Otis got up and looked at the time. It was exactly one o'clock. So Mr Otis put on hisslippers, went to the door and opened it. There, right in front of him, stood the ghost - his eyeswere as red as burning coals; long grey hair fell over his shoulders and from his wrists and ankleshung heavy chains.³My dear Sir,´ said Mr Otis, ³you must oil those chains. It's impossible to sleep with such a noisegoing on outside the bedrooms. I have therefore brought you this bottle of lubricator, and I will behappy to supply you with more if you require it.´ With these words Mr Otis laid the bottle down,closed his door and went back to bed.Shocked, the Canterville ghost stood quite motionless for a moment, but then he growled angrily.Just at this moment, the twins appeared on the corridor and threw a large pillow at him! The ghosthastily escaped through the wall, and the house became quiet again.When the ghost reached his small secret chamber, he took a deep breath. No ghosts in history hadever been treated in this
There was a horrible storm that night, but apart from that nothing scary happened. The nextmorning, however, when the family came down to breakfast, they found the terrible stain of bloodonce again on the floor. Washington cleaned it a second time, but the second morning it appearedagain. The third morning it was there, too, although the library had been locked up at night by Mr Otis himself.The following night, all doubts about the existence of the ghost were finally removed forever. Ateleven o'clock the family went to bed and some time after, Mr Otis was awakened by a strangenoise in the corridor, outside his room. It sounded like the clank of metal, and it came nearer everymoment. Mr Otis got up and looked at the time. It was exactly one o'clock. So Mr Otis put on hisslippers, went to the door and opened it. There, right in front of him, stood the ghost - his eyeswere as red as burning coals; long grey hair fell over his shoulders and from his wrists and ankleshung heavy chains.³My dear Sir,´ said Mr Otis, ³you must oil those chains. It's impossible to sleep with such a noisegoing on outside the bedrooms. I have therefore brought you this bottle of lubricator, and I will behappy to supply you with more if you require it.´ With these words Mr Otis laid the bottle down,closed his door and went back to bed.Shocked, the Canterville ghost stood quite motionless for a moment, but then he growled angrily.Just at this moment, the twins appeared on the corridor and threw a large pillow at him! The ghosthastily escaped through the wall, and the house became quiet again.When the ghost reached his small secret chamber, he took a deep breath. No ghosts in history hadever been treated in this