After half an hour of stillness I felt a thumb press on my head, and a sense of cold.

I kept watching; the forefinger, the middle finger, and the rest of the hand were next laid on, the little finger nearly reaching my forehead.

The hand was like that of a boy of ten, to guess by the size, and so cold that it was extremely unpleasant.

Meantime I was chuckling over my luck in such an opportunity of witnessing a wonder, and I listened eagerly.
"The hand stole with the ring finger foremost over my face and down my nose, it was slipping into my mouth, and two finger-tips had entered, when I threw it off with my right hand, thinking it was uncanny, and not relishing it inside my body.

Silence followed and I lay awake, distrusting the spectre more or less.