place in which a living being could have hidden。 As we stood
gazing round； the door by which we had entered closed as quietly as
it had before opened； we were imprisoned。
For the first time I felt a creep of indefinable horror。 Not so my
servant。 〃Why； they don't think to trap us； sir； I could break
that trumpery door with a kick of my foot。〃
〃Try first if it will open to your hand；〃 said I； shaking off the
vague apprehension that had seized me； 〃while I unclose the
shutters and see what is without。〃
I unbarred the shutters；the window looked on the little back yard
I have before described； there was no ledge without；nothing to
break the sheer descent of the wall。 No man getting out of that
window would have found any footing till he had fallen on the
stones below。
F； meanwhile； was vainly attempting to open the door。 He now
turned round to me and asked my permission to use force。 And I
should here state； in justice to the servant； that； far from
evincing any superstitious terrors； his nerve； composure； and even
gayety amidst circumstances so extraordinary； compelled my
admiration； and made me congratulate myself on having secured a
companion in every way fitted to the occasion。 I willingly gave
him the permission he required。 But though he was a remarkably
strong man； his force was as idle as his milder efforts； the door
did not even shake to his stoutest kick。 Breathless and panting；
he desisted。 I then tried the door myself； equally in vain。 As I
ceased from the effort； again that creep of horror came over me；
but this time it was more cold and stubborn。 I felt as if some
strange and ghastly exhalation were rising up from the chinks of
that rugged floor； and filling the atmosphere with a venomous
influence hostile to human life。 The door now very slowly and
quietly opened as of its own accord。 We precipitated ourselves
into the landing place。 We both saw a large； pale lightas large
as the human figure； but shapeless and unsubstantialmove before
us； and ascend the stairs that led from the landing into the
attics。 I followed the light； and my servant followed me。 It
entered； to the right of the landing； a small garret； of which the
door stood open。 I entered in the same instant。 The light then
collapsed into a small globule； exceedingly brilliant and vivid；
rested a moment on a bed in the corner； quivered； and vanished。 We
approached the bed and examined it；a half…tester； such as is
commonly found in attics devoted to servants。 On the drawers that
stood near it we perceived an old faded silk kerchief； with the
needle still left in a rent half repaired。 The kerchief was
covered with dust； probably it had belonged to the old woman who
had last died in that house； and this might have been her sleeping
room。 I had sufficient curiosity to open the drawers： there were a
few odds and ends of female dress； and two letters tied round with
a narrow ribbon of faded yellow。 I took the liberty to possess
myself of the letters。 We found nothing else in the room worth
noticing；nor did the light reappear； but we distinctly heard； as
we turned to go； a pattering footfall on the floor； just before us。
We went through the other attics （in all four）； the footfall still
preceding us。 Nothing to be seen；nothing but the footfall heard。
I had the letters in my hand； just as I was descending the stairs I
distinctly felt my wrist seized； and a faint； soft effort made to
draw the letters from my clasp。 I only held them the more tightly；
and the effort ceased。
We regained the bedchamber appropriated to myself； and I then
remarked that my dog had not followed us when we had left it。 He
was thrusting himself close to the fire； and trembling。 I was
impatient to examine the letters； and while I read them； my servant
opened a little box in which he had deposited the weapons I had
ordered him to bring； took them out； placed them on a table close
at my bed head； and then occupied himself in soothing the dog； who；
however； seemed to heed him very little。
The letters were short；they were dated； the dates exactly thirty…
five years ago。 They were evidently from a lover to his mistress；
or a husband to some young wife。 Not only the terms of expression；
but a distinct reference to a former voyage； indicated the writer
to have been a seafarer。 The spelling and handwriting were those
of a man imperfectly educated； but still the language itself was
forcible。 In the expressions of endearment there was a kind of
rough； wild love； but here and there were dark unintelligible hints
at some secret not of love；some secret that seemed of crime。 〃We
ought to love each other；〃 was one of the sentences I remember；
〃for how everyone else would execrate us if all was known。〃 Again：
〃Don't let anyone be in the same room with you at night；you talk
in your sleep。〃 And again： 〃What's done can't be undone； and I
tell you there's nothing against us unless the dead could come to
life。〃 Here there was underlined in a better handwriting （a
female's）； 〃They do！〃 At the end of the letter latest in date the
same female hand had written these words： 〃Lost at sea the 4th of
June； the same day as〃
I put down the letters； and began to muse over their contents。
Fearing； however； that the train of thought into which I fell might
unsteady my nerves； I fully determined to keep my mind in a fit
state to cope with whatever of marvelous the advancing night might
bring forth。 I roused myself； laid the letters on the table；
stirred up the fire； which was still bright and cheering； and
opened my volume of Macaulay。 I read quietly enough till about
half past eleven。 I then threw myself dressed upon the bed； and
told my servant he might retire to his own room； but must keep
himself awake。 I bade him leave open the door between the two
rooms。 Thus alone； I kept two candles burning on the table by my
bed head。 I placed my watch beside the weapons； and calmly resumed
my Macaulay。 Opposite to me the fire burned clear； and on the
hearth rug； seemingly asleep； lay the dog。 In about twenty minutes
I felt an exceedingly cold air pass by my cheek； like a sudden
draught。 I fancied the door to my right； communicating with the
landing place； must have got open； but no；it was closed。 I then
turned my glance to my left； and saw the flame of the candles
violently swayed as by a wind。 At the same moment the watch beside
the revolver softly slid from the table；softly； softly； no
visible hand；it was gone。 I sprang up； seizing the revolver with
the one hand； the dagger with the other； I was not willing that my
weapons should share the fate of the watch。 Thus armed； I looked
round the floor；no sign of the watch。 Three slow； loud； distinct
knocks were now heard at the bed head； my servant called out； 〃Is
that you； sir？〃
〃No； be on your guard。〃
The dog now roused himself and sat on his haunches； his ears moving
quickly backward and forward。 He kept his eyes fixed on me with a
look so strange that he concentered all my attention on himself。
Slowly he rose up； all his hair bristling； and stood perfectly
rigid； and with the same wild stare。 I had no time； however； to
examine the dog。 Presently my servant emerged from his room； and
if ever I saw horror in the human face； it was then。 I should not
have recognized him had we met in the street； so altered was every
lineament。 He passed by me quickly； saying； in a whisper that
seemed scarcely to come from his lips； 〃Run； run！ it is after me！〃
He gained the door to the landing； pulled it open； and rushed
forth。 I followed him into the landing involuntarily； calling him
to stop； but； without heeding me； he bounded down the stairs；
clinging to the balusters； and taking several steps at a time。 I
heard； where I stood； the street door open；heard it again clap
to。 I was left alone in the haunted house。
It was but for a moment that I remained undecided whether or not to
follow my servant； pride and curiosity alike forbade so dastardly a
flight。 I re…entered my room； closing the door after me； and
proceeded cautiously into the interior chamber。 I encountered
nothing to justify my servant's terror。 I again carefully examined
the walls； to see if there were any concealed door。 I could find
no trace of one；not even a seam in the dull…brown paper with
which the room was hung。 How； then； had the THING； whatever it
was； which had so scared him； obtained ingress except though my own
chamber？
I returned to my room； shut and locked the door that opened upon
the interior one； and stood on the hearth； expectant and prepared。
I now perceived that the dog had slunk into an angle of the wall；
and was pressing himself close against it； as if literally striving
to force his way into it。 I approached the animal and spoke to it；
the poor brute was evidently beside itself with terror。 It showed
all its teeth； the slaver dropping from its jaws； and would
certainly have bitten me if I had touched it。 It did not seem to
recognize me。 Whoever has seen at the Zoological Gardens a rabbit；
fascinated by a serpent； cowering in a corner； may form some idea
of the anguish which the dog exhibited。 Finding all efforts to
soothe the animal in vain； and fearing that his bite might be as
venomous in that state as in the madness of hydrophobia； I left him
alone； placed my weapons on the table beside the fire； seated
myself； and recommenced my Macaulay。
Perhaps； in order not to appear seeking credit for a courage； or
rather a coolness； which the reader may conceive I exaggerate； I
may be pardoned if I pause to indulge in one or two egotistical
remarks。
As I hold presence of mind； or what is called courage； to be
precisely proportioned to familiarity with the circumstances that
lead to it； so I should say that I had been long sufficiently
familiar with all experiments that appertain to the marvelous。 I
had witnessed many very extraordinary phenomena in various parts of
the world；phenomena that would be either totally disbelieved if I
stated them； or ascribed to supernatural agencies。 Now； my theory
is that the supernatural is the impossible； and that what is called
supernatural is only a so