![]() ![]() Fingers were pressed into my cheeks, they were thrust into my mouth, they touched my staring eyes, shut my eyelids, then opened them again, and- horror of horrors!- the blubber lips were pressed to mine- the soul of something evil entered into me in the guise of a kiss.” Then, whether I was dead or living, I said to myself that this could be nothing human,- nothing fashioned in God’s image could wear such a shape as that. ![]() ![]() A face looked into mine, and, in front of me, were those dreadful eyes. Fingers prodded me then and there, as if I had been some beast ready for the butcher’s stall. My only covering was unceremoniously thrown from off me, so that I lay there in my nakedness. It was, of course, now broad day, and I, presently, perceived that a figure, clad in some queer coloured garment, was standing at my side, looking down at me. Feet stepped upon the floor,- moving towards where I was lying. When the clock had struck ten, as it seemed to me, years ago, there came a rustling noise, from the direction of the bed. “So far, in the room itself there had not been a sound. ![]()
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