The eyes, like two full moons, were still there, glaring at me with that cold, fixed, maddening expression.

I could no longer control my feelings.

If I had been able to use my limbs I should have fled from the room.

As that was impossible I called loudly to the nurse, and awoke her from a sound sleep! She came muttering to my bedside, and inquired what was the matter?
"Look at William's eyes!" said I."Is he dead, or is he alive?
What is the meaning of those horrible-looking, unearthly eyes?
Why DON'T you speak ?" "Don't be a fool," replied the nurse, sharply, "and let shadows frighten you out of your wits." While I remained in an agony of suspense she leisurely returned to the fireplace, took the lamp from the hearth, raised the wick to increase the light, and approaching the bedside, held it over the body of the occupant.

The boy was dead! Two large pieces of bright copper coin had been placed over the eyes for the purpose of closing the lids after death, and the faint and flickering reflection of the lamplight, aided, probably, by the excited condition of my nervous system, had given them that wild and ghastly appearance which had shaken my soul with terror.
For three weeks I lay in my bed, an attentive observer of the singular scenes that occurred in my apartment.