The Narrator admits that it wasn’t until well after the end of his stay on Shady that he first came to think of the place as haunted.
“Drug-induced trances revived my writing practice during the years of my tenancy,” confesses the Narrator. “It was as if a voice spoke to me,” he says, “telling me what to write.”
“The Text I produced during those years,” exclaims the Narrator, “was in all sincerity written by the home itself, was it not?”
“I should think so,” opines the Traveler, “though I know neither the how nor the why, neither the here nor the there of it. It was written by the home…or by the spirits who dwell therein.”
“Spirits, then, if you must,” nods the Narrator, with what may in hindsight seem a touch too much vigor. “Yes, perhaps! The one explanation makes near as much sense as the other. Let us see!”
Trance-Scripts 