Then, half-turning on her side with her face to the wall, she composed herself to sleep.
Resolutely putting from her mind any sense of the supernatural, she shut her eyes with confidence of coming sleep.

While she was, however, still within the borders of wakefulness, and wholly conscious, she felt the Thing jump from the floor upon her legs, and crouch there with that deadening pressure which was not weight.

Now with a start of anger she raised herself, and shot out a determined hand to seize the Thing, whatever it was.

Her hand grasped nothing, and again she distinctly heard a soft thud as of something jumping on the floor.

Exasperated, she drew herself out of bed, lit the candle again, and began another search.
Nothing was to be seen; but she had now the curious sense of an unseen presence.