The sound of Mr. Winters’ breathing was comforting; with the thought that there was help within call, something kept me from waking him. I did not move for a moment; ridiculous things Liddy had said about a ghost—I am not at all superstitious, except, perhaps, in the middle of the night, with everything dark—things like that came back to me. Almost beside me was the clothes chute. I could feel it, but I could see nothing. As I stood, listening intently, I heard a sound near me. It was vague, indefinite. Horses Will Never Break Your Heart, Hoodie. Then it ceased; there was an uneasy movement and a grunt from the foot of the circular staircase, and silence again.
Horses Will Never Break Your Heart, Hoodie