When I first saw the watchman, his back was toward me. I looked at him

indifferently until he went into the church. I paid no more attention to him than I

had to any other man who lounged through Washington Square that morning, and when I shut my window and turned

back into my studio, I had forgotten him.

Late in the afternoon, the day being warm, I raised the window again and leaned out to get a sniff of air. A man was standing in the courtyard of the church and I noticed him again with as little interest as I had that morning.

I looked across the square to where the fountain was playing and then, with my mind filled with vague impressions of trees,

asphalt drives and the moving groups of nursemaids and holidaymakers, I started to walk back

to my easel.

As I turned, my listless glance included the man below in the churchyard. His face was

toward me now, and with a perfectly involuntary movement I bent to see it. At the same moment he raised his head and looked at me. Instantly I thought of a

coffin worm. Whatever it was about the man that repelled me I I did not know, but the impression of a plump white

grave worm was so intense and nauseating that I must have shown it in my expression,

for he turned his puffy face away with a movement which made me think of a disturbed grub in a chestnut.

H.P.P.com.

That is the

That is from the first chapter of Robert W. Chambers the Yellow Sign, which is from his collection, The King in Yellow.

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That's right it's premium mmm delicious I've been looking forward to reading this story.

Chad, I read this in high school and I forgot about it and how much I like it.

It's a really cool story.

That was actually the second paragraph of the story.

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