Byways of Ghost-Land

Nothing, nothing came back to me. At first I was inclined to attribute my memory to a dream. ‘Absurd!’ I said to myself. ‘Such things cannot have occurred. I am in bed; I know I am!’ Then I endeavoured to move my arms to feel the counterpane; I could not; my arms were bound, tightly bound to my side. A cold sweat burst out all over me. Good God! was it true? I tried again; and the same thing happened–I could not stir. Again and again I tried, straining and tugging at my sides till the muscles on my arms were on the verge of bursting, and I had to desist through utter exhaustion. I lay still and listened to the beating of my heart. Then, I clenched my toes and tried to kick. I could not; my feet were ruthlessly fastened together.