Editors of Gil Blas

A man in his Parisian room grows increasingly certain that an invisible intruder—an almost tactile presence—feeds on his will and governs his actions. The narrator catalogs strangest sensations, the pressure behind eyelids at night, the sudden ease with which he yields to impulses that are not his own. As the Horla tightens its invisible grip, choices blur: document the haunt, resist and risk ruin, or surrender to a force that seems to know him better than he knows himself.