The fog had grown thick again, and his bloodless features nearly melted into the curling white mist. I had just about passed out of the room, and but for a slight movement on his part caught in the corner of my eye, I should not have turned around. When I did, the taper nearly fell from my quivering hand. He stared at me, his jaw hanging open like, well, like a corpse.
He lifted up a slim finger and began politely tapping against the glass. The whole house, then, shook as all the dead soldiers began knocking against the walls.
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