"This is not an artistically rounded-off ghost story, and nothing is explained in it, and there seems to be no reason why any of it should have happened. But that is no reason why it should not be told. You must have noticed that all the real ghost stories you have ever come close to, are like this in these respects – no explanation, no logical coherence…”
These are the reasoned opening words-
At a Christmas party was held in a young manor house, the men have gone to billiards and left a group of young women, one has passed out in the other room, are convening to tell ghost stories. Miss Eastwich, the middle aged housekeeper is invited in to enjoy cocoa. It is clear to the narrator – who notices her glance at the door to the room where the fainted girl is sleeping – that she is actually worried that a fit of exhaustion might have turned into something more serious. Silent, serious, and stoic, Eastwich meekly accepts the chattering girls’ invitation to join their story telling session and have some cocoa by the snapping fire.
...tells a real ghost story.
(SPOILERS)
This is quite convoluted, and its VERY victorian so there's a lot of subtleties.
Here's a few:
-Nesbit writes herself into the story repeatedly.
- she creates a character egotistical and spoiled (like the girl who's bothering her) whomst she obliterates.
-The relationship between Miss Eastwich and “him” is not one of innocent unrequited love.
- Miss Eastwich has had sexual relations with her “friend” (outside of marriage), and that she is barren. Syphilis in women was a common cause in that day and age.
Equally interesting, this housekeeper is expressing her surpassed emotions around the three rich girls, and mirroring them.
Miss Eastwich’s selectorate of jealousy, anger, resentment, repression, lust, or hate; it is Mabel’s jealousy, suspicion, or unspoken knowledge of the affair. Sure, there is no conventional ghost. But instead new house, fresh and without history but it festers with the infection of the prior couple.
This is different magnitude a typical pulp-horror. It's meditative, has me thinking ong how dynamics and stories we carry with us can be infectious. The shadow is used to represent the darkness that is revealed of a man’s moral character when truth is cast on it. How they aren't what they seem around women when alone.
I'll make note to reread it a few times to let it fully sink in.