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So
,
climbing
out
of
the
window
and
down
the
improvised
rope
ladder
,
I
left
behind
me
forever
the
morbid
and
horror-infested
fabric
of
the
Gilman
House
.
I
landed
safely
on
the
loose
slates
of
the
steep
roof
,
and
succeeded
in
gaining
the
gaping
black
skylight
without
a
slip
.
Glancing
up
at
the
window
I
had
left
,
I
observed
it
was
still
dark
,
though
far
across
the
crumbling
chimneys
to
the
north
I
could
see
lights
ominously
blazing
in
the
Order
of
Dagon
Hall
,
the
Baptist
church
,
and
the
Congregational
church
which
I
recalled
so
shiveringly
.
There
had
seemed
to
be
no
one
in
the
courtyard
below
,
and
I
hoped
there
would
be
a
chance
to
get
away
before
the
spreading
of
a
general
alarm
.
Flashing
my
pocket
lamp
into
the
skylight
,
I
saw
that
there
were
no
steps
down
.
The
distance
was
slight
,
however
,
so
I
clambered
over
the
brink
and
dropped
;
striking
a
dusty
floor
littered
with
crumbling
boxes
and
barrels
.
The
place
was
ghoulish-looking
,
but
I
was
past
minding
such
impressions
and
made
at
once
for
the
staircase
revealed
by
my
flashlight
--
after
a
hasty
glance
at
my
watch
,
which
shewed
the
hour
to
be
2
a.
m
.
The
steps
creaked
,
but
seemed
tolerably
sound
;
and
I
raced
down
past
a
barnlike
second
storey
to
the
ground
floor
.
The
desolation
was
complete
,
and
only
echoes
answered
my
footfalls
.
At
length
I
reached
the
lower
hall
at
the
end
of
which
I
saw
a
faint
luminous
rectangle
marking
the
ruined
Paine
Street
doorway
.
Heading
the
other
way
,
I
found
the
back
door
also
open
;
and
darted
out
and
down
five
stone
steps
to
the
grass-grown
cobblestones
of
the
courtyard
.
The
moonbeams
did
not
reach
down
here
,
but
I
could
just
see
my
way
about
without
using
the
flashlight
.
Some
of
the
windows
on
the
Gilman
House
side
were
faintly
glowing
,
and
I
thought
I
heard
confused
sounds
within
.
Walking
softly
over
to
the
Washington
Street
side
I
perceived
several
open
doorways
,
and
chose
the
nearest
as
my
route
out
.
The
hallway
inside
was
black
,
and
when
I
reached
the
opposite
end
I
saw
that
the
street
door
was
wedged
immovably
shut
.
Resolved
to
try
another
building
,
I
groped
my
way
back
toward
the
courtyard
,
but
stopped
short
when
close
to
the
doorway
.
For
out
of
an
opened
door
in
the
Gilman
House
a
large
crowd
of
doubtful
shapes
was
pouring
--
lanterns
bobbing
in
the
darkness
,
and
horrible
croaking
voices
exchanging
low
cries
in
what
was
certainly
not
English
.
The
figures
moved
uncertainly
,
and
I
realized
to
my
relief
that
they
did
not
know
where
I
had
gone
;
but
for
all
that
they
sent
a
shiver
of
horror
through
my
frame
.
Their
features
were
indistinguishable
,
but
their
crouching
,
shambling
gait
was
abominably
repellent
.
And
worst
of
all
,
I
perceived
that
one
figure
was
strangely
robed
,
and
unmistakably
surmounted
by
a
tall
tiara
of
a
design
altogether
too
familiar
.
As
the
figures
spread
throughout
the
courtyard
,
I
felt
my
fears
increase
.
Suppose
I
could
find
no
egress
from
this
building
on
the
street
side
?
The
fishy
odour
was
detestable
,
and
I
wondered
I
could
stand
it
without
fainting
.
Again
groping
toward
the
street
,
I
opened
a
door
off
the
hall
and
came
upon
an
empty
room
with
closely
shuttered
but
sashless
windows
.
Fumbling
in
the
rays
of
my
flashlight
,
I
found
I
could
open
the
shutters
;
and
in
another
moment
had
climbed
outside
and
was
fully
closing
the
aperture
in
its
original
manner
.
I
was
now
in
Washington
Street
,
and
for
the
moment
saw
no
living
thing
nor
any
light
save
that
of
the
moon
.
From
several
directions
in
the
distance
,
however
,
I
could
hear
the
sound
of
hoarse
voices
,
of
footsteps
,
and
of
a
curious
kind
of
pattering
which
did
not
sound
quite
like
footsteps
.
Plainly
I
had
no
time
to
lose
.
The
points
of
the
compass
were
clear
to
me
,
and
I
was
glad
that
all
the
street
lights
were
turned
off
,
as
is
often
the
custom
on
strongly
moonlit
nights
in
prosperous
rural
regions
.
Some
of
the
sounds
came
from
the
south
,
yet
I
retained
my
design
of
escaping
in
that
direction
.
There
would
,
I
knew
,
be
plenty
of
deserted
doorways
to
shelter
me
in
case
I
met
any
person
or
group
who
looked
like
pursuers
.
I
walked
rapidly
,
softly
,
and
close
to
the
ruined
houses
.
While
hatless
and
dishevelled
after
my
arduous
climb
,
I
did
not
look
especially
noticeable
;
and
stood
a
good
chance
of
passing
unheeded
if
forced
to
encounter
any
casual
wayfarer
.
At
Bates
Street
I
drew
into
a
yawning
vestibule
while
two
shambling
figures
crossed
in
front
of
me
,
but
was
soon
on
my
way
again
and
approaching
the
open
space
where
Eliot
Street
obliquely
crosses
Washington
at
the
intersection
of
South
.
Though
I
had
never
seen
this
space
,
it
had
looked
dangerous
to
me
on
the
grocery
youth
's
map
;
since
the
moonlight
would
have
free
play
there
.
There
was
no
use
trying
to
evade
it
,
for
any
alternative
course
would
involve
detours
of
possibly
disastrous
visibility
and
delaying
effect
.
The
only
thing
to
do
was
to
cross
it
boldly
and
openly
;
imitating
the
typical
shamble
of
the
Innsmouth
folk
as
best
I
could
,
and
trusting
that
no
one
--
or
at
least
no
pursuer
of
mine
--
would
be
there
.
