I beheld the wretch — the miserable monster whom I had created.
He held up the curtain of the bed; and his eyes, if eyes they may be 
called, were fixed on me. His jaws opened, and he muttered some 
inarticulate sounds, while a grin wrinkled his cheeks. He might have
spoken, but I did not hear; one hand was stretched out, seemingly to
detain me, but I escaped and rushed downstairs. I took refuge in the
courtyard belonging to the house which I inhabited, where I remained
during the rest of the night, walking up and down in the greatest 
agitation, listening attentively, catching and fearing each sound as
if it were to announce the approach of the demoniacal corpse to which
I had so miserably given life.