"That's better," he said; "I seem to feel easier already." And off he trudged, peering up at the houses in search of "In-The-Dark," Bogie Man's Castle. Of course, he couldn't walk very rapidly, for the candle wavered and flickered, and tried more than once to go out; but he shaded it with his cap and got along very well considering. And at last he stood before a great black shadowy building, dotted with large windows in all conceivable shapes. Some looked like cruel sneering mouths, others like the hungry open jaws of ogres; others like large staring eyes. In fact, each window bore a hideous, fear-compelling aspect, and all were as dark as a hole in the ground--all but one, from which a blue and yellow light streamed. And this was the most hideous window of all, for it did not look like anything--just a shapeless, nameless, dreadful yellow splotch on the wall. And over it Billy read these words, "The Window of Fear--look not lest ye see terror." "This must be Bogie Man's house," said Billy. "I--I am sure it is rude to look in at windows, and besides that, ugh! _what_ a hideous window--I'll try the front door." At last he found a wide, low, grinning door, and he had just mustered up the courage to ring the bell, whose handle was the tail of a snake, when the door opened suddenly and out flew a thin, gaunt, pink flannel cat with shoe-button eyes and a long, blue worsted tail. Billy tried to seize this opportunity and enter; but slam went the door in his face, and off down the road went the cat. And at the same moment two large flat things, with waving streamer-like arms, lifted themselves up in front of him and tried to knock his candle out of his hand. Billy stepped back just in time to save it and stood staring at the quivering forms. "What are those things, I wonder?" he exclaimed. "Layovers to catch meddlers," said one of them. "Hands off," said the other, and then they lay down again on the door-mat. "Then perhaps you can tell me if this is Bogie Man's house," he said. "It is--now go away," said one. "This door is only to go out by--it never opens to let any one in," said the other. Billy thought a minute, and then, hoping he could surprise them into telling him some way of getting in, said, "Then how is that cat ever to get in again?" "It never will," said the first Layover; "that is Scaredy Cat, and she will never come back." "What was she running away from?" asked Billy. "Her tail." "Her tail?" "Yes--it is a frightful yarn. Now, go away; I'm through talking." Billy tried to secure an answer to several more questions, but never a word could he get out of them.