One need not be a Chamber—to be Haunted— One need not be a House— The Brain has Corridors—surpassing Material Place— Far safer, of a Midnight Meeting External Ghost Than its interior Confronting— That Cooler Host. Ourself behind ourself, concealed— Should startle most— Assassin hid in our Apartment Be Horror’s least. The Body—borrows a Revolver— He bolts the Door— O’erlooking a superior spectre— Or More—
Emily Dickinson, “670″

















