“Although an epidemic of haunting, widely reported, spread through the Fifteenth District of our city last summer, only three acceptable complaints were lodged with the police.”
Having read about half of Mavis Gallant’s short stories now, and never yet having met a ghost, imagine my surprise at finding three in this eponymous tale.
But, of course, as you will have guessed, these are not ordinary spectres.
They are a notch above, the kind of hauntings which pass muster with the authorities. Even with the police.
Only recently did I learn that there is no fifteenth district in Paris, not beyond Gallant’s stories.
This fact alone was surprising enough.
And, then, the hauntings.