It's hard work--it's terrible hard.

It's bad enough by itself, having to go out into the dark--and all alone; but it's full of worse terrors than even that.

The air's full of them.

When I am lyin' here still, with my eyes shut, prayin' for it all to be over, I seem to hear them buzzin' and whisperin' in the air.

Then it comes, all on a sudden, on me--here"-- putting his hand to his heart.