What happened to the whip-poor-will, iconic bird of American horror?

In one of the most haunting scenes of Stephen King's 1975 novel Salem's Lot, a gravedigger named Mike Ryerson races to bury the coffin of a local boy named Danny Glick. As night approaches, a troubling thought overtakes Mike: Danny has been buried with his eyes open. Worse, Mike senses that Danny is looking through the closed coffin back at him.

A mania overcomes Mike. Prayers run through his head -- "the ways things like that will for no good reason." Then more disturbing thoughts intrude: "Now I bring you spoiled meat and reeking flesh." Mike leaps into the hole he's dug and furiously shovels soil off the coffin. The reader knows what he's going to do, but ought not to do, next: Mike will open the coffin, freeing whatever Danny has become.

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