I heard muttered sentences; half-uttered screams that seemed smothered violently; and the swish of invisible garments, the rush of invisible wings.

Then I became conscious that my chamber was invaded--that I was not alone.
I heard sighs and breathings about my bed, and mysterious whisperings.
Three little spheres of soft phosphorescent light appeared on the ceiling directly over my head, clung and glowed there a moment, and then dropped -- two of them upon my face and one upon the pillow.

They spattered, liquidly, and felt warm.

Intuition told me they had turned to gouts of blood as they fell--I needed no light to satisfy myself of that.

Then I saw pallid faces, dimly luminous, and white uplifted hands, floating bodiless in the air--floating a moment and then disappearing.
The whispering ceased, and the voices and the sounds, and a solemn stillness followed.