No matter how modern a man may claim to be, some taint of superstition still lingers in his blood, inherited from ancestors who had a strong affinity with the supernatural.

Ask anyone to spend a night alone in an old, empty, house, and he will hesitate to do so. And even if he does, he will have a hard time falling asleep. Every little sound — a branch scraping on a window-pane, a rat scuttling in the attic, the wind coming down the chimney will serve to accentuate his isolation and fear.

Every old house has a character of its own.The older the house, the stronger the emanations from the past. People have lived and loved and died within its walls. The furniture have stories to tell. The mirrors have reflected the faces of people long gone. Hundreds of feet have crossed the threshold.

Some people have seen or experienced ghosts. But when they tell their stories, we ask them for proofs. If we are to ask proofs for the existence of ghosts, then why doesn’t anyone ask proofs for the existence of God? Like ghosts, no one has ever seen God. We believe in God just because thinking about God makes us happy.