I thought of getting out of bed and relighting the candle, then realized the matches were in the main room.
Damn!
I sighed, and ran my shaking hand over my face. The question that remained, of course, was, What had caused the lid of the trunk to fall?It was the problem of the slamming door all over again. But my rational mind was at work now, and it insisted that air currentsand windwere the reasonable answers to these uncanny events.
I felt somewhat better, but as I lay there under the covers I realized that I was listening for the click of the door. It would take only one click, and then the door would be—open. The image of this in my mind was so terrifying that I had to suppress a whimper—I was even afraid of making a small noise.