Genre - Horror. You are on the page - 3
For its being a little gloomy, he had hired it principally for the gardens, and he and my mistress would pass the summer weather in their shade.'So all goes well, Baptista?' said he. 'Indubitably, signore; very well.' We had a travelling chariot for our journey, newly built for us, and in all respects complete. All we had was complete; we wanted for nothing. The marriage took place. They were happy. I was happy, seeing all so bright, being so well situated, going to my own city, teaching my
have mentioned. One of these was, the prospect of his succeedingto an old lady, a distant relation, who was known to be possessed ofa very large sum in the stocks: but in this their hopes weredisappointed; for the young man was so untoward in his disposition,that, notwithstanding the instructions he daily received, his visitsrather tended to alienate than gain the good-will of his kinswoman.He sometimes looked grave when the old lady told the jokes of heryouth; he often refused to eat when she
eer old stone that is," he went on, pointing to a block of limestone rising out of the turf just beneath the wall."It looks like a sort of dwarf pillar, but I suppose it is natural." "Oh, yes, I think so. I imagine it was brought here, though, as we stand on the red sandstone. No doubt it was used as a foundation stone for some older building." "Very likely." Dyson was peering about him attentively, looking from the ground to the wall, and from the wall to the
as visible.Proceeding now quite alone upon his homeward way he grew really nervous and uncomfortable, as he became sensible, with increased distinctness, of the well-known and now absolutely dreaded sounds. By the side of the dead wall which bounded the college park, the sounds followed, recommencing almost simultaneously with his own steps. The same unequal pace -- sometimes slow, sometimes for a score yards or so, quickened almost to a run -- was audible from behind him. Again and again he
the empty ghost of a road, occasionally swigging some water from my canteen. It was rough in my bloody boots; now my ankles were chafed as well. I balanced the rucksack on my head to keep the sun off of it, but that didn't help, and the straps had already dug into my shoulders, so I took to swinging it, tossing it twenty yards in front of me, and then leisurely strolling over just to pick the sack up. No wonder I wasn't getting any nibbles from the few folks who did drive by.It got dark fast;