But the special effect, I have found, soon wears out The tale simply takes it's place with the rest.

It was with Madame's narrative.
About a week after its relation, I had my experience of a similar sort.
Mary Quince went down-stairs for a night-light, leaving me in bed, a candle burning in the room, and being tired.

I fell asleep before her return.
When I awoke the candle had been extinguished.

But I heard a step softly approaching.

I jumped up--quite forgetting the ghost, and thinking only of Mary Quince--and opened the door, expecting to see the light of her candle.
Instead, all was dark, and near me I heard the fall of a bare foot on the oak floor.