“The Story of the Inexperienced Ghost” is a short story by H. G. Wells, first published in the March 1902 edition of the Strand Magazine and subsequently reprinted in Twelve Stories and a Dream (1903). Clayton, the story’s main protagonist, had encountered a ghost, and falls down dead in front of a group of sceptical friends as he re-enacts the masonic passes he had seen the ghost use to disappear.
The narrator is one a group of friends sitting round a blazing fire in the Mermaid Club one Saturday evening. One of their number, Clayton, tells them about the ghost he encountered in the club the previous evening: “Right off I knew him for a ghost. He was transparent and whitish”. The ghost attempts to frighten Clayton, but emboldened by the bottle of champagne and the several whiskies he had drunk with his dinner he is distinctly unimpressed, and challenges the ghost: “You don’t belong in this place … Are you a member?” Crestfallen, the ghost admits that he had only haunted the club for a “lark”, encouraged by his ghostly friends, but he has forgotten the complicated series of gestures and passes with his hands that would allow him to vanish and return to his own world.
Feeling sorry for the ghost, Clayton helps the apparition to rehearse the required moves by performing them himself so that the ghost might more easily see what error he is making. Eventually the ghost spots the problem and asks Clayton to turn his back while he performs the correct passes, after which he disappears.
At the end of his account Clayton re-enacts the series of passes he learned from the ghost, but with no effect. One of the friends listening to his story is a Freemason, and recognising some of the gesticulations spots the same error that the ghost had seen. Clayton performs the now correct passes, ending with his arms outstretched, swaying slightly. Then he falls forward, dead.
Clayton had, indeed, passed into the world that lies so near to and so far from our own, and he had gone thither by the only road that mortal man may take. But whether he did indeed pass there by that poor ghost’s incantation, or whether he was stricken suddenly by apoplexy in the midst of an idle tale – as the coroner’s jury would have us believe – is no matter for my judging;
Wells himself was not a Freemason.