Of the events preceeding my subsequent confinement to the madhouse, few actual traces remain.

In the neglected part of the gallery was a painting, or a niche containing a statue, rumored to be somehow terrible.

I am certain what I saw fumbling in the unlit hallway that day was a skeleton.

No one claimed to be aware of the fact that sometimes a yellowish light floated.

In the forgotten cabinet; a suggestion of materialisation did seem to furtively stir, unseen.

As far as I was able to ascertain, where that stairway led to was anybody's guess.

More than one person had been found in that room, dead of apparent fright, eyes fixed on the small upper window.

Back to index