Horror and suspense
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It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils with an anxiety that almost amounted to agony. I collected the instruments of life around me that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning, the rain patter dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out when, by the glimmer of the half extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open. It breathed heart, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs. How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe? Or how delineate the wretch with whom such infinite pains and care I had endeavoured to form? His limbs were in proportion, and I had selected speeches as beautiful, beautiful, great god. His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath his hair was of a lustrous black and flowing his teeth of a pearly whiteness. But the's luxurious has only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes that seemed almost of the same colour as the done white sockets in which they were sunk. His shrivelled complexion and straight black lips his jaw's opened on. He muttered some inarticulate sounds while a grin wrinkled his cheeks. He might have spoken, but I did not hear. One hand was stretched out, seemingly to detain me, but I escaped him brush downstairs, I took refuge in the courtyard belonging to the house, which I inhabited. Why remains during the rest of the night walking up and down and the greatest agitation listening, attentively, catching and fearing each sound as if it were to announce the approach of the demonic yl corpse to which I also miserably given life? Oh, no Mortal could support the horror of that countenance A mummy again in Jude with animation could not be so hideous. Does that wretch I had gazed on him while unfinished. He was ugly then, But when those muscles and joints were rendered capable of motion, it became a thing such as even Dante could not have conceived. I passed the night wretchedly. Sometimes my post beats so quickly and hardly that I felt the palpitation of every artery at others. I nearly sank to the ground through Langer, and extreme weakness mingled with this horror. I felt the bitterness of disappointment, dreams that had been my food and pleasant rest for so long, a space were now become a **** to me. And the change was so rapid. Thie overthrows so complete morning, dismal and wet. That length dawned and discovered to my sleepless and aching eyes. The Church of England. It's white steeple in court, which indicated the sink thou the porter opened the gates. The court, which had that night been my silent on I issued into the streets. Pacing them with quick steps is if I sought to avoid the wretch whom I feared every turning of the street would present. To my view. I did not dare return to the apartment, which I inhabited but felt impelled to hurry on. Although drenched by the rain which poured from a blackened come from the sky, I continued walking in this manner for sometime endeavouring by bodily exercise to ease the load that weighed upon my mind. I traversed streets without any clear conception of where I wass or what I was doing, my heart palpitating and the sickness of fear on, I hurried on with a regular steps, not daring to look about me like one who on a lonely road doth walk in fear and dread on DH, having once turned round walks on and turns no more his head because he knows a frightful fiend tough close behind him tread.