But was it empty? My heart gave a violent, sickly throb as I
recollected the look of disquietude, of grave, of indisputably grave
apprehension in miladi’s eyes as she peered around! Of what had she
been afraid--of the approaching twilight, of the shadows, of the gloom;
and as I cast a terrified glance ahead of me I fancied--foolish fancy!
that those palls of darkness I have already mentioned had come out
further from the nooks and crannies and were fast approaching me.
Those of us who have ever ridden on horseback by night across some
dreary wilderness, or along a lonely road have doubtless had occasion
to observe a strange alteration in the behaviour of our beast; its
psychic propensities have been suddenly and mysteriously awakened; it
fights shy of some particular tree, or stone, or gap in the hedge; its
ears twitch, its flanks quiver, it is all on the tremble, the slightest
sound would now make it take the bit between its teeth and bolt; it is
afraid not necessarily of what it has seen, but what it fears may be
there! And--to an anomalous species of terror I found myself a bounden
slave.
I dreaded to think of the effect even the most trivial sound or
incident might now produce on my agitated mind. Had I been able, I
would have risked the displeasure of my hostess and left the room, but
I COULD NOT; every atom of strength seemed to have quitted my body--I
was _pro tempore_ cataleptic--PARALYSED.
A faint and almost imperceptible movement suddenly attracted my
attention to a square patch of light on the carpet immediately before
me.
To my horror something was coming THROUGH the floor. Slowly, very
slowly, first of all a head, a head surmounted with long dishevelled
black hair, then a FACE! God save me from seeing the like again--a
face that might have once been beautiful, or plain, or ugly, but was
now--NOTHING--nothing--I won’t describe--nothing but the GRAVE; then
shoulders, bust, what was once a body, legs. Held in its arms in close
embrace--was the figure of a baby--in a like state of nudity and decay.
For a moment, only for a moment, they stood swaying silently to and fro
in the moonlight, and then with a snakelike movement of her body the
phantom of the woman glided across the room, vanishing in the recess
containing the large bay window.
After the subsidation of intense terror at this hideous spectacle I
had been compelled to witness, the pulsating of my heart once again
becoming normal, I was able to reflect with comparative calmness on
what I had seen.
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