But even yet I refrained and kept still. I scarcely breathed. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon the eye. Meantime the hellish beat of the door increased. It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder, every instant. The girls's terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every moment! -- do you mark me well? I have told you that I am nervous: so I am. And now at the dead hour of the night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to uncontrollable terror. Yet, for some minutes longer I refrained and stood still. But the beating grew louder, Louder...

Fromanjoe said:
someting something

Is this from EdGAR Allan Poe's "The Tell-Tale Heart"?

Indeed it is.. Very fitting..

Fromanjoe said:

I held the mini-hakkero motionless.