Halloween Countdown, Day 18
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Today's photo is from the Old Burying Point in Salem, Massachusetts.
Text of the Day: Today's story is short but spooky: "In the Light of the Red Lamp" by Maurice Level (1875-1926).
Excerpt:
Seated in a large armchair near the fire, his elbows on his knees, his hands held out to the warmth, he was talking slowly, interrupting himself abruptly now and again with a murmured: “Yes…yes…” as if he were trying to gather up, to make sure of his memories: then he would continue his sentence.
The table beside him was littered with papers, books, odds and ends of various kinds. The lamp was turned low: I could see nothing of him except his pallid face and his hands, long and thin in the fire-light.
The purring of a cat that lay on the hearthrug and the crackling of logs that sent up strangely-shaped flames were the only sounds that broke the silence.
Read the complete short story.
Today's photo is from the Old Burying Point in Salem, Massachusetts.
Text of the Day: Today's story is short but spooky: "In the Light of the Red Lamp" by Maurice Level (1875-1926).
Excerpt:
Seated in a large armchair near the fire, his elbows on his knees, his hands held out to the warmth, he was talking slowly, interrupting himself abruptly now and again with a murmured: “Yes…yes…” as if he were trying to gather up, to make sure of his memories: then he would continue his sentence.
The table beside him was littered with papers, books, odds and ends of various kinds. The lamp was turned low: I could see nothing of him except his pallid face and his hands, long and thin in the fire-light.
The purring of a cat that lay on the hearthrug and the crackling of logs that sent up strangely-shaped flames were the only sounds that broke the silence.
Read the complete short story.