Now it is fact, that there was nothing at all particular about the knocker on the door of this house, except that it was very large; also, that Scrooge had seen it, night and morning, during his whole residence in that place; also that Scrooge had as little of what is called fancy about him as any man in the city of London. And yet Scrooge, having his key in the look of the door, saw in the knocker, without its undergoing any intermediate process of change, not a knocker, but Marley’s face.
Marley’s face, with a dismal light about it, like a bad lobster in a dark cellar. It was not angry or ferocious, but it looked at Scrooge as Marley used to look — ghostly spectacles turned up upon its ghostly forehead. (18)
Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol