When they reached the end of the room he stopped, and muttered some words she could not understand. She opened her eyes, and saw the wall slowly fading away like a mist, and a great black cavern in front of her. A bitter cold wind swept round them, and she felt something pulling at her dress. "Quick, quick," cried the Ghost, "or it will be too late," and, in a moment, the wainscoting had closed behind them, and the Tapestry Chamber was empty. (The Canterville Ghost by Oscar Wilde)
Happy Halloween. Here by way of Charles.
At the risk of sounding illiterate, I don't get that excerpt... Hmmmm guess it's meaningful to some, huh?
Thunder, lightning and a steady downpour woke me several times last night. The rain continues this morning and it's dark and dreary as I sip my coffee. Now you've made me want to search out one of my volumes of ghost stories to accompany the mood. :0)
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