Adam Hull Shirk, Weird Tales (1923)
“ I tremble at a sound; my ears trick me into believing that I am always hearing some unusual noise; my appetite is failing, and I am feeling my age as I have never felt it until. . . . Good God! Madden! What was that sound? . . . Oh! look behind you, Madden! Look! . . ." AND now I come to that portion of my statement that will probably be refused credence by those who read; but, as I live, it is the truth. As Sir Richard uttered his last words, he fell forward to his full length upon the hearth rug, even as I turned in obedience to his command. ”
