midnight
On my return from Windy Creek I was fortunate enough to fall in with a farmer who lived near the hotel . He was driving some sort of a machine he called an _ autoo _ . He was an old-timer in the vicinity and related the past , present , and pluperfect of all the residents on the route . I had a detailed and vivid account of the midnight visitor of the haunted house . `` I 'd jest naturally like to see what there is to it , '' he said . `` Not that I am afeerd at all , only it 's sort of spooky to go to a lonesome place like that all alone . If I could git some one to go with me , I 'd tackle the job , but I vum if every time I perpose it to anyone they do n't make some excuse . ''