Again, for a little time, the tears flowed. Then:
"If I was awake, it must have been the stillness that awakened me. And yet-it is what makes me feel I
must have been dreaming. There couldn't such silence…except in a dream. We are on the second floor,
and always there is some sound from the street. There wasn't the least sound now…it was as though…as
though the whole world had suddenly been stricken dumb. I thought I sat up, listening…listening thirstily
for the tiniest of noises. I could not even hear John breathing. I was frightened, for there was something
dreadful in that stillness. Something living! Something wicked! I tried to lean over to John, tried to touch
him, to awaken him.
"I could not move! I could not stir a finger! I tried to speak, to cry out. I could not!
"The window curtains were partly drawn. A faint light showed beneath and around them from the street.