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extinguished; but the firelight was amply sufficient to guide me。

I gained the door。  There was a lock; but it was rusty or hampered;

my utmost strength could not turn the key。  The bolt was broken and

worthless。  Balked of my intention; I consoled myself by

remembering that I had never had need of fastenings yet; and

returned to my bed。  I lay awake for a good while; watching the red

glow of the burning coals in the grate。  I was quiet now; and more

composed。  Even the light gossip of the maid; full of petty human

cares and joys; had done me gooddiverted my thoughts from

brooding。  I was on the point of dropping asleep; when I was twice

disturbed。  Once; by an owl; hooting in the ivy outsideno

unaccustomed sound; but harsh and melancholy; once; by a long and

mournful howling set up by the mastiff; chained in the yard beyond

the wing I occupied。  A long…drawn; lugubrious howling was this

latter; and much such a note as the vulgar declare to herald a

death in the family。  This was a fancy I had never shared; but yet

I could not help feeling that the dog's mournful moans were sad;

and expressive of terror; not at all like his fierce; honest bark

of anger; but rather as if something evil and unwonted were abroad。

But soon I fell asleep。



How long I slept I never knew。  I awoke at once with that abrupt

start which we all know well; and which carries us in a second from

utter unconsciousness to the full use of our faculties。  The fire

was still burning; but was very low; and half the room or more was

in deep shadow。  I knew; I felt; that some person or thing was in

the room; although nothing unusual was to be seen by the feeble

light。  Yet it was a sense of danger that had aroused me from

slumber。  I experienced; while yet asleep; the chill and shock of

sudden alarm; and I knew; even in the act of throwing off sleep

like a mantle; WHY I awoke; and that some intruder was present。

Yet; though I listened intently; no sound was audible; except the

faint murmur of the firethe dropping of a cinder from the bars

the loud; irregular beatings of my own heart。  Notwithstanding this

silence; by some intuition I knew that I had not been deceived by a

dream; and felt certain that I was not alone。  I waited。  My heart

beat on; quicker; more sudden grew its pulsations; as a bird in a

cage might flutter in presence of the hawk。  And then I heard a

sound; faint; but quite distinct; the clank of iron; the rattling

of a chain!  I ventured to lift my head from the pillow。  Dim and

uncertain as the light was; I saw the curtains of my bed shake; and

caught a glimpse of something beyond; a darker spot in the

darkness。  This confirmation of my fears did not surprise me so

much as it shocked me。  I strove to cry aloud; but could not utter

a word。  The chain rattled again; and this time the noise was

louder and clearer。  But though I strained my eyes; they could not

penetrate the obscurity that shrouded the other end of the chamber

whence came the sullen clanking。  In a moment several distinct

trains of thought; like many…colored strands of thread twining into

one; became palpable to my mental vision。  Was it a robber?  Could

it be a supernatural visitant?  Or was I the victim of a cruel

trick; such as I had heard of; and which some thoughtless persons

love to practice on the timid; reckless of its dangerous results?

And then a new idea; with some ray of comfort in it; suggested

itself。  There was a fine young dog of the Newfoundland breed; a

favorite of my father's; which was usually chained by night in an

outhouse。  Neptune might have broken loose; found his way to my

room; and; finding the door imperfectly closed; have pushed it open

and entered。  I breathed more freely as this harmless

interpretation of the noise forced itself upon me。  It wasit must

bethe dog; and I was distressing myself uselessly。  I resolved to

call to him; I strove to utter his name〃Neptune; Neptune;〃 but a

secret apprehension restrained me; and I was mute。



Then the chain clanked nearer and nearer to the bed; and presently

I saw a dusky; shapeless mass appear between the curtains on the

opposite side to where I was lying。  How I longed to hear the whine

of the poor animal that I hoped might be the cause of my alarm。

But no; I heard no sound save the rustle of the curtains and the

clash of the iron chains。  Just then the dying flame of the fire

leaped up; and with one sweeping; hurried glance I saw that the

door was shut; and; horror! it is not the dog! it is the semblance

of a human form that now throws itself heavily on the bed; outside

the clothes; and lies there; huge and swart; in the red gleam that

treacherously died away after showing so much to affright; and

sinks into dull darkness。  There was now no light left; though the

red cinders yet glowed with a ruddy gleam like the eyes of wild

beasts。  The chain rattled no more。  I tried to speak; to scream

wildly for help; my mouth was parched; my tongue refused to obey。

I could not utter a cry; and; indeed; who could have heard me;

alone as I was in that solitary chamber; with no living neighbor;

and the picture…gallery between me and any aid that even the

loudest; most piercing shriek could summon。  And the storm that

howled without would have drowned my voice; even if help had been

at hand。  To call aloudto demand who was therealas! how

useless; how perilous!  If the intruder were a robber; my outcries

would but goad him to fury; but what robber would act thus?  As for

a trick; that seemed impossible。  And yet; WHAT lay by my side; now

wholly unseen?  I strove to pray aloud as there rushed on my memory

a flood of weird legendsthe dreaded yet fascinating lore of my

childhood。  I had heard and read of the spirits of the wicked men

forced to revisit the scenes of their earthly crimesof demons

that lurked in certain accursed spotsof the ghoul and vampire of

the east; stealing amidst the graves they rifled for their ghostly

banquets; and then I shuddered as I gazed on the blank darkness

where I knew it lay。  It stirredit moaned hoarsely; and again I

heard the chain clank close beside meso close that it must almost

have touched me。  I drew myself from it; shrinking away in loathing

and terror of the evil thingwhat; I knew not; but felt that

something malignant was near。



And yet; in the extremity of my fear; I dared not speak; I was

strangely cautious to be silent; even in moving farther off; for I

had a wild hope that itthe phantom; the creature; whichever it

washad not discovered my presence in the room。  And then I

remembered all the events of the nightLady Speldhurst's ill…

omened vaticinations; her half…warnings; her singular look as we

parted; my sister's persuasions; my terror in the gallery; the

remark that 〃this was the room nurse Sherrard used to talk of。〃

And then memory; stimulated by fear; recalled the long…forgotten

past; the ill…repute of this disused chamber; the sins it had

witnessed; the blood spilled; the poison administered by unnatural

hate within its walls; and the tradition which called it haunted。

The green roomI remembered now how fearfully the servants avoided

ithow it was mentioned rarely; and in whispers; when we were

children; and how we had regarded it as a mysterious region; unfit

for mortal habitation。  Was Itthe dark form with the chaina

creature of this world; or a specter?  And againmore dreadful

stillcould it be that the corpses of wicked men were forced to

rise and haunt in the body the places where they had wrought their

evil deeds?  And was such as these my grisly neighbor?  The chain

faintly rattled。  My hair bristled; my eyeballs seemed starting

from their sockets; the damps of a great anguish were on my brow。

My heart labored as if I were crushed beneath some vast weight。

Sometimes it appeared to stop its frenzied beatings; sometimes its

pulsations were fierce and hurried; my breath came short and with

extreme difficulty; and I shivered as if with cold; yet I feared to

stir。  IT moved; it moaned; its fetters clanked dismally; the couch

creaked and shook。  This was no phantom; thenno air…drawn

specter。  But its very solidity; its palpable presence; were a

thousand times more terrible。  I felt that I was in the very grasp

of what could not only affright but harm; of something whose

contact sickened the soul with deathly fear。  I made a desperate

resolve: I glided from the bed; I seized a warm wrapper; threw it

around me; and tried to grope; with extended hands; my way to the

door。  My heart beat high at the hope of escape。  But I had

scarcely taken one step before the moaning was renewedit changed

into a threatening growl that would have suited a wolf's throat;

and a hand clutched at my sleeve。  I stood motionless。  The

muttering growl sank to a moan again; the chain sounded no more;

but still the hand held its gripe of my garment; and I feared to

move。  It knew of my presence; then。  My brain reeled; the blood

boiled in my ears; and my knees lost all strength; while my heart

panted like that of a deer in the wolf's jaws。  I sank back; and

the benumbing influence of excessive terror reduced me to a state

of stupor。



When my full consciousness returned I was sitting on the edge of

the bed; shivering with cold; and barefooted。  All was silent; but

I felt that my sleeve was still clutched by my unearthly visitant。

The silence lasted a long time。  Then followed a chuckling laugh

that froze my very marrow; and the gnashing of teeth as in demoniac

frenzy; and then a wailing moan; and this was succeeded by silence。

Hours may have passednay; though the tumult of my own heart

prevented my hearing the clock strike; must have passedbut they

seemed ages to me。  And how were they passed?  Hideous visions

passed before the aching eyes that I dared not close; but which

gazed ever into the dumb darkness where It laymy dread companion

through the watches of t

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