Various, The Fantasy Fan, Volume 2, Number 6…
“ Then Follansbee turned to the window again. But there was nothing there—nothing on the glass, nothing against the glass outside, nothing flying against the moonlight in the sky.He turned back to the bed. The shadow was still there. He bent, peering intently. The incredible shadow was running wildly, this way and that, its tiny arms outflung, its spindle-legs moving rapidly upon the counterpane, a thing alive, yet without substance."Good God," muttered Tenny at last. "It's a man—it's a live man. ”
