sheeted-dead

Updated: May 7, 2025

The last sight that I remembered was a vague, white, moving mass, as if all the graves around me had sent out the phantoms of their sheeted-dead, and that they were closing in on me through the white cloudiness of the driving hail. Gradually there came a sort of vague beginning of consciousness; then a sense of weariness that was dreadful.

Bram Stoker - Dracula's Guest