The house was the finest and largest in the neighborhood. No one had lived in it since the bodies of the owners, Old Man Jim Simpson and his wife, were carried out. Both were murdered the night before. The lawmen had claimed the reason was robbery. It was rumored the old man kept much gold hidden in the house. The sheriff found two shiney gold coins on the floor, apparently lost by the robbers and murderers, but the law never caught the robbers and killers.

Since the double murders and robbery of the homeowners, no- body had ever stayed a night in the old house. During nights, people claimed weird noises were heard inside the house. One person swore he heard gurgling sounds just like a dying person sometimes make. Another person claimed that one night he saw flickering lights and many dark shadows moving about in the house. Then he heard a woman scream!

After all these tales, nobody would go into the house, much less stay a night in it. The big house was inherited by the murdered couple's relatives who wished to sell the house, or at least rent it. But no one would buy or even talk about renting a haunted house. So Old Jim Simpson's relatives hired a man called "Bojohn" to prove the house wasn't haunted.

Bojohn claimed there was no such things as haints or ghosts; that he'd take any man or any person to any house and prove it. The relatives then promised Bojohn $100 if he'd stay a night at the house and prove it wasn't haunted. Bojohn glady accepted the offer and then offered to take one relative with him so he could prove it to him on the spot. But the relative said he was very sorry he couldn't be with him, but business required him to be at another place.

Bojohn was escorted to near the house. When well in sight of the big lonely house, the relatives and curious neighbors would go no farther. They stopped to watch Bojohn enter the house.

Bojohn lit a few candles and read some from a book on a table. He saw nothing nor heard anything. He picked up a candle and went into a bedroom. There next to a window was a plush bed, well made up. It was a feather bed. Bojohn sank dead into the feather mattress, and the night being a hot sultry one, he covered himself with a sheet and fell asleep.

Suddenly Bojohn was wide awake. He had an uncanny feeling that something or somebody was in the room. He felt by the bed where his shotgun lay. It was still there. The window gave a little night light into the room. He looked every which way. Then he saw two shiney eyes at the foot of his bed!

Cold chills ran up his spine! Maybe there were ghosts after all. Or could it be a cat looking at him? He scolded, "Scat!"

The eyes just seemed to move slightly. Then he seemed to see the faint outline of a head much bigger than a cat's head. He eased his hand out and grasped his loaded shotgun. He eased the gun into bed moving only his arms. Then he carefully aimed the shotgun between the two eyes and slowly pulled the trigger.

The shotgun roared. His feet numbed and they felt wet. He quickly lit the candle. He discovered too late that the two eyes were big toenails reflecting light from the window. And now his two big toes were gone!