The Emperor felt his pillow becoming hard and got up to shake. As he did so, a rustling noise was heard near the bed. His Majesty listened, but all was silent he lay down again. After some time, he was disturbed by a sensation of thirst. He refreshed himself by a deep draught. As he returned the goblet to its station a deep groan burst in one corner of the apartment .’Who is there? Cried the Emperor, seizing his pistols’ Speak, or I will blow your brains out ‘.There was no effect of this threat than a sharp laugh, and a dead silence followed. The Emperor is hastily throwing on a robe – a de chamber which hung over the back of a chair stepped to the haunted closet. As he opened the door, something rustled. He sprang forward sword, but no soul or any substance appeared. He returned to his bed. Just he was to close his eyes, the light of the three wax tapers, which burned was suddenly darkened. He saw a black, opaque shadow. Sweating with terror ,he put out his hand to seize the bell-rope ,but some invisible force snatched it from his grasp, and the ominous shade vanished .’It was but an ocular delusion -exclaimed Napoleon .’Was it ?whispered a hollow voice ‘Was it a delusion, Emperor of France ?’no, It ‘s a sad reality .follow me and see more. It was that of a tall, thin man dressed in a black cravat round its neck, two little sticks placed behind each ear ., the eye all glazed and bloodshot started with frightful prominence from their sockets .’ Spectre, whence cometh thou? ‘Controlled by a mysterious influence he obeyed in silence. They were in total darkness but a dim light which shone around the ghost They soon reached, and Napoleon found himself in one of the principal streets of Paris .’Worthy spirit ‘Permit me to return, “Forward ‘replied his companion sternly. They went through the deserted streets till they arrived a house built on the bank of Seine ., The gates rolled back to receive them, and they entered a large marble hall. A row of fine female figures stood before this screen .their faces were concealed by ghastly masks representing death’s head .’Where I am /asked the Emperor .”Silence, if thou wouldst escape instant death. His eyes met the well-known countenance of Marie Louise .’in my private drawing room you entered a few minutes since in your nightdress with your eyes fixed and wide open. You now testify that you were walking in your sleep. The emperor fell into a fit of catalepsy, and he continued during the whole night and the next day.
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