midnight
She had been seized with epilepsy in the early morning , and now , at the closing in of the night , the grave was ready for its tenant , and all the preparations for the burial were completed . * * * * * I found myself sitting in the library , and again sitting there alone . It seemed that I had newly awakened from a confused and exciting dream . I knew that it was now midnight , and I was well aware , that since the setting of the sun , Berenice had been interred . But of that dreary period which intervened I had no positive , at least no definite comprehension . Yet its memory was replete with horror -- horror more horrible from being vague , and terror more terrible from ambiguity . It was a fearful page in the record my existence , written all over with dim , and hideous , and unintelligible recollections .