"Haunted? Bah!" "That's why we call it - the haunted hospital." "Nonsense!" Reilly roared. He shook his graying head. "Pure
I hear... moaning. I hear... a pained and agonized groaning. But how? I'm under water! Aren't I? Yes... I'm somewhere in the cold
I am being haunted. Perhaps that isn't right. Maybe I'm the one that's doing the haunting. I don't know. I just don't know. You see,
Lovecraft and Derleth would both be pleased.