At last I dashed the cursed thing from me, and ran for my life.  I got to some depot, I don’t know what one, and took the cars.  I didn’t know or care where I went; at about ten miles above Cincinnati I left the cars.  At times, for a little while, I could reason and understand my condition.  I found, on looking around, that I was in a little town, where a young man lived who had been a college mate of mine.  I went and told him my condition, and he did for me everything that one friend can do for another.  But as night came on my tormentors returned in ten thousand hideous forms, and drove me raving mad.  I went to a hotel, and there they persuaded me to lie down.  Just as soon as I got to bed I reached my hand over, and it touched a cold, dead corpse.  The room lighted up with a hundred bright lights, and that corpse, that now appeared to me like nothing that had ever been visible in human shape, opened its large, glassy, dead eyes, and stared me in the face.  Then its whole face and form turned to a demon, and its red eyes glared at me, and its whole face was full of passion, fierceness and frenzy.  I shrank back from the loathsome monster.  On looking around, I beheld everything in my vision turn to a living devil.  Chairs, stand, bed, and my very clothes, took shape and form, and lived; and every one of them cursed me.  Then in one corner of my room, a form, larger and more hideous than all the others, appeared.  Its look was that of a witch, or hag, or rather like descriptions that I had read of them.  It marched right up to me, with a face and look that will haunt me to my grave.  It began to talk to me, saying that it would thrust its fingers through my ribs, and drink my blood; then it would stick out its long, bony, skeleton-like fingers, that looked like sharp knives, and ha! ha!  Then it said it would sit upon me and press me to hell; that it would roast me with brimstone, and dash my burnt entrails into my eyes.  Saying this, it sprang at me, and, for what seemed to me an age, I fought the unearthly thing.  At last it said, “Let me go!” and when it did, it glided to the door, and as it went out, gave me a fiendish look, and said, “I will soon be back, with all the legions of hell; I will be the death of you; you shall not be alive one hour.”  I left my room, and just as soon as I touched the street I stepped on a dead body.  The whole pavement and street were filled; men, and women, and little children, lying with their pale faces turned up to heaven; some looked as though they were asleep; others had died in awful agony, and their faces wore horrid contortions; while some had their eyes burst from their heads.  Every time I moved I stepped on a dead body, and it would come to life, and rear up in my face; and when I would step on a baby corpse it would wail in a plaintive, baby wail, and its dead mother would come to life and rush at me, while a thousand devils would curse me for stepping on the dead.  I would tremble and beg, and try to find some place to put my feet; but the dead were in heaps, and covered the whole ground, so that I could neither walk nor stand without being on a corpse.  If I stepped, it was on a dead body, and it would rise up and throw its arms about me, and curse me for trampling on it; and it was in this way that I put in that whole night.