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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.

Date: 2011-10-22 03:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] witchcat07.livejournal.com
I'm sorry, I know I'm a little slow, but what was the point at the end of the story? Was it that he had snatched the last bit of her soul with the camera and so killed her, or something else completely? I don't think I got it.

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