Arthur B. Reeve,
The Best Ghost Stories
“ Her golden wedding-hood, with its shading lace, was pulled down over her forehead. Courageous and pious as the rabbi was, he could not rid himself of a feeling of terror."Who are you?" he demanded, in a loud tone, as if its sound alone would banish the presence of this being that seemed to him at this moment to be the production of all the enchantments of evil spirits.She raised herself, and cried in a voice that seemed to come from the agony of a human being:"Do you not know me—me, whom you married a few hours since under the chuppe (marriage-canopy) to a husband?" ”
