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I
turned
to
where
the
flames
were
still
dancing
between
the
glowing
coals
and
splashing
red
reflections
upon
the
furniture
;
made
two
steps
toward
the
grate
,
and
incontinently
the
flames
dwindled
and
vanished
,
the
glow
vanished
,
the
reflections
rushed
together
and
disappeared
,
and
as
I
thrust
the
candle
between
the
bars
darkness
closed
upon
me
like
the
shutting
of
an
eye
,
wrapped
about
me
in
a
stifling
embrace
,
sealed
my
vision
,
and
crushed
the
last
vestiges
of
self-possession
from
my
brain
.
And
it
was
not
only
palpable
darkness
,
but
intolerable
terror
.
The
candle
fell
from
my
hands
.
I
flung
out
my
arms
in
a
vain
effort
to
thrust
that
ponderous
blackness
away
from
me
,
and
lifting
up
my
voice
,
screamed
with
all
my
might
,
once
,
twice
,
thrice
.
Then
I
think
I
must
have
staggered
to
my
feet
.
I
know
I
thought
suddenly
of
the
moonlit
corridor
,
and
with
my
head
bowed
and
my
arms
over
my
face
,
made
a
stumbling
run
for
the
door
.
But
I
had
forgotten
the
exact
position
of
the
door
,
and
I
struck
myself
heavily
against
the
corner
of
the
bed
.
I
staggered
back
,
turned
,
and
was
either
struck
or
struck
myself
against
some
other
bulky
furnishing
.
I
have
a
vague
memory
of
battering
myself
thus
to
and
fro
in
the
darkness
,
of
a
heavy
blow
at
last
upon
my
forehead
,
of
a
horrible
sensation
of
falling
that
lasted
an
age
,
of
my
last
frantic
effort
to
keep
my
footing
,
and
then
I
remember
no
more
.
I
opened
my
eyes
in
daylight
.
My
head
was
roughly
bandaged
,
and
the
man
with
the
withered
hand
was
watching
my
face
.
I
looked
about
me
trying
to
remember
what
had
happened
,
and
for
a
space
I
could
not
recollect
.
I
rolled
my
eyes
into
the
corner
and
saw
the
old
woman
,
no
longer
abstracted
,
no
longer
terrible
,
pouring
out
some
drops
of
medicine
from
a
little
blue
phial
into
a
glass
.
"
Where
am
I
?
"
I
said
.
"
I
seem
to
remember
you
,
and
yet
I
can
not
remember
who
you
are
.
"
They
told
me
then
,
and
I
heard
of
the
haunted
Red
Room
as
one
who
hears
a
tale
.
"
We
found
you
at
dawn
,
"
said
he
,
"
and
there
was
blood
on
your
forehead
and
lips
.
"
I
wondered
that
I
had
ever
disliked
him
.
The
three
of
them
in
the
daylight
seemed
commonplace
old
folk
enough
.
The
man
with
the
green
shade
had
his
head
bent
as
one
who
sleeps
.
It
was
very
slowly
I
recovered
the
memory
of
my
experience
.
"
You
believe
now
,
"
said
the
old
man
with
the
withered
hand
,
"
that
the
room
is
haunted
?
"
He
spoke
no
longer
as
one
who
greets
an
intruder
,
but
as
one
who
condoles
with
a
friend
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
I
,
"
the
room
is
haunted
.
"
"
And
you
have
seen
it
.
And
we
who
have
been
here
all
our
lives
have
never
set
eyes
upon
it
.
Because
we
have
never
dared
.
Tell
us
,
is
it
truly
the
old
earl
who
--
"
"
No
,
"
said
I
,
"
it
is
not
.
"
