A pair of ghosts drift through a house at night, opening drawers, lifting curtains, searching room by room for something they hid together while they were alive. The sleeping couple downstairs stirs but never quite wakes — and the treasure the ghosts are looking for turns out to be something far less obvious than gold.Virginia Woolf packs an entire emotional arc into a few pages of stream-of-consciousness prose, using a ghost story to write about memory, love, and what actually survives a life. Short enough to read in one sitting, dense enough to reread immediately.