Long Overdue
It was nearing 4 o’clock in the afternoon.
The December sun, tired and weary all day, was breathing its last, and the chill wind was blowing through its bruised light against the windows of the old library. Christmas had passed and with it, that feeling of hope and excitement which warmed the early days of the season. Now, all that lay ahead was cold, naked winter. The sashed frames rattled and heavy spots of rain began to tap on the frosted glass like lost travellers seeking shelter from the oncoming night. ‘Let us in’, they seemed to whisper; ‘the cold dark is coming. Let us in’.
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What lurks in the old library on such a cold, dark night, with the storm outside raging? What lies in wait for the solitary librarian, so engrossed in his ancient tomes he is unaware of the coming night? A short, ghost story to be read on a winter’s evening with the fire burning, the candles lit and the curtains drawn. But hush! what was that noise on the stairs…?
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