The Menace of Marble Hill — Mona Farnsworth

I OPENED THE DOOR TO THE STAIRS...

and then stood dead-still. Coming down those stairs, slowly, waveringly, was a -- was a what? A skeleton? A man? Was he -- could he -- be alive and real? That face! Hollow-cheeked, hollow-eyed, a bulging, shiny forehead streaked with thin wisps of dark hair, and a mouth -- the lips so thin they were no lips at all -- open so that the dark cavern within seemed to have no teeth.

I stared. And he stared back. And then, panic exploding in me, I turned, slammed the door and ran, choking on my own terror. I was alone -- and if that thing could walk down stairs, it could walk anywhere...follow me anywhere in that house...