midnight
The distant murmur of voices and the shouts of laughter had ceased . He lifted himself up on his elbow and glanced from the window . The heavens were pale and gray . It was evidently very late , probably long after midnight but where was his Uncle Bob ? He sank back on his pillow intent and listening . What he had heard , what he still expected to hear , he could not have told , but he was sure he had been roused by a cry of some sort . A chilling terror that gripped him fast and would not let him go , mounted to his brain .