As he spoke he smiled, and the lamplight fell on a hard-looking mouth, with very red lips and sharp-looking teeth, as white as ivory. One of my companions whispered to another the line from Burger's "Lenore". "Denn die Todten reiten Schnell." ("For the dead travel fast.")
Note: what a lead up so far. everyone is talking about evil and beging him not to go and then this line.
"Welcome to my house! Enter freely and of your own free will!"
Note: what a strange invitation
This time there could be no error, for the man was close to me, and I could see him over my shoulder. But there was no reflection of him in the mirror! The whole room behind me was displayed, but there was no sign of a man in it, except myself.
Note: a little uneasy after seing a person has no reflection? this guy really is slow.
What manner of man is this, or what manner of creature, is it in the semblance of man? I feel the dread of this horrible place overpowering me. I am in fear, in awful fear, and there is no escape for me. I am encompassed about with terrors that I dare not think of.
Note: finaly he realises that he is more then just traped but in the presence of something not human