"When I died they put me under Mervyn's tombstone, and they did not bury me. My feet lie toward the _west_--turn them to the east and I will rest--maybe I will rest--I will rest--rest--rest." Again the figure was gone, and once again it returned, and said, "I am your master--I am your resurrection and your life, and therefore, fall down and worship me." It made a motion to mount upon the bed, but what further passed I know not, for I fainted. I must have lain in this state for a long time, for when I became conscious the fire was almost extinct. For hours that seemed interminable I lay, scarcely daring to breathe, and afraid to get up lest I should encounter the hideous apparition, for aught I knew, lurking close beside me. I lay, therefore, in an agony of expectation such as I will not attempt to describe, awaiting the appearance of the daylight. Gradually it came, and with it the cheerful and reassuring sounds of life and occupation. At length I mustered courage to reach the bell-rope, and having rung lustily, I plunged again into bed. "Draw the window-curtains--open the shutters," I exclaimed as the man entered, and, these orders executed, "look about the room," I added, "and see whether a cat or any other animal has got in." There was nothing of the sort; and satisfied that my visitant was no longer in the chamber, I dismissed the man, and hurried through my toilet with breathless precipitation. Hastening from the hated scene of my terrors, I escaped to the parlor, whither I instantly summoned the proprietor of "the Bell" in _propria persona_. I suppose I looked scared and haggard enough, for mine host looked upon me with an expression of surprise and inquiry. "Shut the door," said I. It was done. "I have had an uneasy night in the room you assigned me, sir; I may say indeed, a _miserable_ night," I said. "Pray," resumed I, interrupting his apologetic expressions of surprise, "has any person but myself ever complained of--of being _disturbed_ in that room?" "Never," he assured me. I had suspected the ghastly old practical joke, so often played off by landlords in story-books, and fancied I might have been deliberately exposed to the chances of a "haunted chamber." But there was no acting in the frank look and honest denial of mine host. "It is a very strange thing," said I hesitating; and "I do not see why I should not tell you what has occurred. And as I could swear, if necessary, to the perfect reality of the entire scene, it behoves you, I think, to sift the matter carefully. For myself, I can not entertain a doubt as to the nature of the truly terrible visitation to which I have been subjected; and, were I in your position, I should transfer my establishment at once to some other house as well suited to the purpose, and free from the dreadful liabilities of this." I proceeded to detail the particulars of the occurence of the past night, to which he listened with nearly as much horror as I recited them with.