seven o'clock
It was as if he ran upon a treadway . Then again the terror descended on him , a black , unimagined thing and he tried to scream and could n't . He opened his mouth and strained his vocal cords and filled his lungs to bursting with the urge to shriek ... but not a sound came from his lips . * * * * * All next day he was uneasy and as he left the house that evening , at precisely seven o'clock , he kept saying to himself : `` You must not forget tonight ! You must remember to stop and get your cigar ! '' The street light at the corner of Jefferson was still out and in front of 816 the cemented driveway was still boarded off . Everything was the same as the night before .