Saturday night, about twelve o'clock
Oh , he was a dreadful clever gentleman , 'cause he always used to kiss me when he catch 'd me alone , and chuck me under the chin , and tell me I was handsome . Well , Saturday the minister 's wife and family went to pay a visit to some relations in New Jersey , and was to stay for two or three days ; but the minister himself did n't go with them , 'cause he was obliged to stay and preach on Sunday . -- Now comes the dreadful part of my story , ma'am , and it is true as gospel . -- That Saturday night , about twelve o'clock , I was awoke by hearing the door of my little attic bed-room softly open ; and by the light of the moon I seed a human figger , all dressed in white , come into the room , shut the door , and then walk towards my bed . Oh , I was dreadfully frightened , to be sure ; and just as I was going to scream out , the ghost puts his hand upon me and says -- ' _ hush ! _ ' which skeer 'd me so that I almost fainted away . Well , ma'am , what does the ghost do next but take ondecent liberties with me , and I was too much frightened to say , ` have done , now ! '