One dark night, a traveller was going thru a isolated area, he found a house, it was big and old. It was cold and gloomy so the man wanted to see if he could stay in the house. The traveller knocked on the door, while his horse in the silence champed the grass.
After his first knock, a bird flew out of the turret. When nobody answered, the traveller got angry. The he smote against the door again a second time "Is there anybody there?!" he yelled, but there is no answer.
After the travellers tantrum, no one came to the traveller. The rain started to calm down, the traveller saw how quite it was where he stood perplexed and still. No one came to see him but only a host of phantom listeners.
The traveller entered the house but yet no one opened the door for him, but the traveller gets a weird feeling, he stood throwing the faint moonbeams on the dark stair, that goes down to the empty hall way. He felt his heart strangeness, their stillness answering his cry. 
The traveller tried to smote on the door once more, and this time even louder, the traveller lifted his head and then said “Tell them I came, and no one answered, That I kept my word” Every single word he said, seemed like it echoed thru the whole house.
Then the man left the house, walking up to his horse, it started to rain again. His horse were ready to go and then a few moments later the plunging hoods were gone.