Apparitions; Dreams; Occultism -- Early works to 1900; Parapsychology -- Early works to 1900
It was in the year ——, on the eve of my presenting myself at the
college for my diploma. I had been deeply engaged during the day, in
tracing, with some fellow students, the distribution of the _nervous
ganglia_. The shades of evening had closed over us as our studies were
nearly completed, and one by one my companions gave me good night,
until, about ten o’clock, I was left alone, still poring over the
subject of my study, by the dim light of a solitary taper. On a sudden I
was startled by the loud pealing of a clock, which, striking twelve,
warned me most unexpectedly of the solemn hour of midnight; for I was
not otherwise conscious of this lapse of time. For a moment I seemed in
utter darkness, until straining my eyes, a blue and lurid glimmer
floated around me. A chilliness crept over me, and I had a strange
indefinable consciousness of utter desolation—of being immured in some
Tartarean cavern, or pent among icy rocks, for the cold night-wind was
sweeping in hollow murmurs through the vaults. In the blue half-twilight
I was at length sensible that I was not alone, but in the presence of
indistinct shadowy forms, silent and motionless as the grave; and by
that awful sensation of the sublime which springs from obscurity, I
conceived that I had suffered transmigration, or had glided
unconsciously through the gates of Hades, and that these were the
embodied spirits—the manes of the departed, in sleep; and then I
thought the sounds were not those of the wind, but the hollow moaning of
those restless spirits that could _not_ sleep. By some species of
glamourie which I could not comprehend, the gloom appeared to brighten
by slow degrees, and the forms became more distinct. When we are
involved in mystery, the sense of touch is instinctively brought to its
analysis. I put forth my hand, and found that my eyes were not mocked
with a mere vision; for it came in contact with something icy cold and
death-like—it was an arm clammy and cadaverous that fell across my own;
and as the smell of death came over me, a corpse rolled into my lap.
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