This is what happened. He paid Mr. Betts, put the bags on the horse, thanked Mrs. Betts and said, "I'll just take a last look upstairs to be sure that I have all my thing." He then ran up the stairs and opened the door to the room as quietly as possible. He almost laughed. "It's not a real person at all. How silly of me! It'a just a pile of old clothes," he thought. He turned to go, but suddenly something moved behind him. He turned quickly and saw the pile of old clothes walking toward him, with a khife stuck into the front of its jacket and dried blood all down its shirt. He pulled open the door and rushed out of the room and down the stairs. Then he fell and everything went black.