When I got home, I discovered I was still holding the doorknob in my hand. Next day we went over to Aunt Mary's and repaired the broken chairs and fixed the knob on the door. I think that was the same one was on the door when they took down the house."

He ended the story with these words, "Father St. John is dead now – God be good to him. In fact, all the bunch that were there that night are gone. I'm the only one left."