Ghostly and Mysterious

On horror's head Horrors accumulate.--Thompson.

An icy sweat of terror bathed Sybil's form. She tried to cry out, and
did utter a low half-stifled scream. But the cold fingers of the ghastly
creature closed tightly upon hers, and a thin, hollow voice murmured: "Hush; don't you make a noise; don't be frightened. I can't hurt you.
I'm chilled almost to death. And you were so warm. I crept to your side
to tell you something. You are in hiding here, and so--Ah-h-h!"

The reed-like murmur ended in a terrific shriek. There was a silent
movement, and Sybil felt the clammy form snatched up from her side and
borne away in the darkness.

And then the spell that had bound her faculties was unloosed, and she
uttered scream after scream as she shook and awakened her husband.

"In the name of Heaven, Sybil, what now?" he exclaimed, as he started up
into a sitting posture.

"Oh, Lyon! for the love of mercy, get up! Get a light! I shall go mad in
this horrible place!" she cried in a perfect frenzy of terror.

"Calm yourself, Sybil. There is nothing to fear. I am here with you. I
will strike a light," answered Lyon Berners quietly, as he got up and
groped about in the darkness for the tinder-box.

Striking a light in those days was not the quick and easy matter that it
is now. When the tinder-box was at length found, the flint and steel had
to be struck together until a spark was elicited to set fire to the
tinder. So it was full five minutes from the time Lyon was awakened, to
the moment that he lit the candle and looked upon the pale and
horror-stricken face of his wife.