“Hardly had its vibrations ceased before I sat up in bed and listened! At first I attributed the noise I had heard to the pulsations of my heart--bump! bump! bump!--but as I crouched there, waiting, I was soon undeceived; the sounds not only increased in intensity, but drew nearer--bump! bump! bump!--just as if something huge and massive was moving across the hall floor and ascending the stairs! “An icy fear stole all over me! What!--what in Heaven’s name could it be? “I glanced in terror at the door--it was locked--locked and BOLTED--the village was much frequented by tramps, and I always went to bed prepared. “But this noise--this series of heavy, mechanical booms--THIS could never be attributed to any burglar! “It reached the top of the staircase, it pounded down the passage leading to my room; and then, with the most terrific crash, it FELL against my door! “I was spellbound--petrified. I dared not--I COULD NOT move. “It was the clock! the gigantic, monstrous clock!--the funereal, hideous clock! I heard it ticking! The suspicions that I entertained all along with regard to it were now confirmed--it lived!!! That was no ordinary striking--THIS was no ordinary ticking. The thing breathed, it spoke, it laughed--laughed in some diabolically ghoulish manner. “I would have sacrificed my house and fortune to have been able to reach the bell. I could not. I could do nothing but sit there listening--listening to its mocking voice. The minutes passed by slowly--never had I had the leisure to count them with such painful accuracy; for the tickings, though of equal duration, varied most alarmingly in intonation. “This horrible farce lasted without cessation till one, when, apparently convinced of its inability to gain admittance, it gave an extra loud and emphatic clang and took its departure. “In the morning it was standing as usual in its corner in the hall, nor could I detect the slightest evidences of animation, neither in its glassy face nor in its sepulchral tone. “Happening to pass by at that instant, Mrs. Partridge surprised me in my act of examination, and from her ashy cheeks and frightened glances I concluded she, too, had heard the noises and had rightly guessed their origin. Nor was I mistaken, for, on putting a few leading questions to her, she reluctantly admitted she had heard everything. ‘But,’ she whispered, ‘I have kept it from the maids, for if once they get hold of the idea the house is haunted they will leave to-morrow.’ “Unfortunately, her circumspection proved of no avail; night after night the clock repeated its vagaries, bumping on the staircases and passages to such a degree that the noise not only awakened the entire household, but aroused general suspicion. “Nor were its attentions any longer restricted to me; it gradually extended the length of its wanderings till every part of the house had been explored and every door visited.