Answer the following questions:

1. When did Connel arrive at Faulks’ Inn?
2. For how long did he decide to stay? Why?
3. What had happened with the owner’s daughter?
4. Why did the guests complain?
5. What had some people seen?
6. Why did Connel refuse to believe the story?
7. How did he decide to prove that the story was ridiculous?
8. Who visited him in his room?
9. What did she do?
10. What did Connel find out in the morning?

Faulks’ Inn

He looked at his watch, but it was still very early. He poured himself another drink and yawned. “This is going to be a long night,” he thought to himself.

* * *
It had all started as a joke. Connell had arrived at Faulks’ Inn on Wednesday. It seemed like such a peaceful old place that he decided to stay until the weekend. On the first evening of his arrival, Connell was having a drink with some of the other guest when they began asking the owner about the history of the place. He told them the following story:
In the 1800’s something very strange had happened at the inn. The owner’s daughter, Jullie Faulks, had mysteriously disappeared from one of the large rooms on the second floor. Everyone had been shocked by this strange disappearance, but no one had ever discovered where she had gone.
Ever since the night of the mystery, guests complained of hearing strange noises coming from the room where the girl had last been seen. Several people had also seen lights and floating white objects.
When Connell and the others heard that no one had stayed in the room since 1860, they began to laugh and laugh and make jokes, especially Connell. “Superstitious nonsense!” he laughed. “People get so frightened that their minds begin to play tricks on them.”
“Everyone is at least a little superstitious,” said one of the guests.
“Not me!” said Connell. “Just to show you how ridiculous this story is, I’ll stay in that room tonight.
* * *
“Your friends downstairs would like to know if you’d like a cup of coffee, sir.” Connell was awakened by a young woman carrying a tray.
“Yes,” he replied. “All this nonsense about ghosts has made me quite sleepy.”
“She smiled as she poured the coffee. “If you need anything else, just ring.”
The next day at breakfast, Connell told the other guests about the wonderful night he had spent, and how he had never slept better in his life.
“So, nothing disturbed you?” the owner asked.
“Nothing. After the maid left, I fell asleep again.”
“What maid?” the owner asked. “My wife and I are the only ones who take care of the place now.”
“She looked just like the girl in that picture,” said Connell, pointing to a portrait above the fireplace.
“Well, Mr. Connell, you may want to change your beliefs. That’s a portrait of Julie Faulks painted in 1859.”