“I go to bed, and I wait for sleep as a man might wait for the executioner. I wait for its coming with dread, and my heart beats and my legs tremble, while my whole body shivers beneath the warmth of the bedclothes, until the moment when I suddenly fall asleep, as a man throws himself into a pool of stagnant water in order to drown. I do not feel this perfidious sleep coming over me as I used to, but a sleep which is close to me and watching me, which is going to seize me by the head, to close my eyes and annihilate me.” MenFeelsHeartWholeMomentsBodyMightEyeUsedOrderFallWaitingWaterSleepMy HeartBedBeatsLegsWarmthPoolDreadStagnantShiverHeart BeatExecutionersStagnant Water Book:13 Short Scary Stories: Masterpieces of the greatest writers Source: 13 Short Scary Stories: Masterpieces of the greatest writers
“However constant the visitations of sickness and bereavement, the fall of the year is most thickly strewn with the fall of human life. Everywhere the spirit of some sad power seems to direct the time; it hides from us the blue heavens, it makes the green wave turbid; it walks through the fields, and lays the damp ungathered harvest low; it cries out in the night wind and the shrill hail; it steals the summer bloom from the infant cheek; it makes old age shiver to the heart; it goes to the churchyard, and chooses many a grave.” YearsHumansHeartSeemsAgeSpiritNightFallHeavenWalksCryFieldsWindSummerLowsDirectBlueGreenLaysConstantWaveGravesStealingOld AgeHuman LifeSicknessAutumnCheeksHarvestInfantBereavementHailShiverDampVisitation Book:Endeavors After the Christian Life: Discourses Source: Endeavors After the Christian Life: Discourses