It was five hours later and almost dark before they took him down.
Apt Pupil - Stephen King
And then, as startling as a slap across her delicately tinted face, she saw the woman lying sleeping on the divan, and Felicia, in her school dress still, asleep within the woman's arms.
Winter Night - Kay Boyle
But the face on the pillow, rosy in the firelight, is surely that of Clarice Starling, and she sleeps deeply, sweetly, in the silence of the lambs.
The Silence of the Lambs - Thomas Harris
She was quite content lying there, listening to the faint soft hiss of the gas that poured into the room, into her lungs, into her brain, as she drifted off into the dark river.
To Room Nineteen - Doris Lessing
Upon the bed, before that whole company, there lay a nearly liquid mass of loathsome - of detestable - putrescence.
The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar - Edgar Allan Poe
They looked at each other, the old man and the girl, and Angela tugged nervously at the strand of cheap, dead-white pearls around her throat.
Welcome Home - Henry Slesar
He ate voraciously, grew fat and seemed quite happy.
The Man Who Killed Himself - Julian Symons
She felt no pain, only a little surprise at how pretty the blood looked, like bright and endless ribbons that would never again be tied.
Beast in View - Margaret Millar
So let us hope that she continues in her self deception and sees me forever as I was - the hero, the madman, in the great days of his grief.
A Hank of Hair - Charlotte Jay
"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! - tear up the planks! - here, here! - it is the beating of his hideous heart!"
The Tell-tale Heart - Edgar Allan Poe
He stared at her, wondering why she looked so familiar to him and who Omigod Patrick was.
How Like an Angel - Margaret Millar