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The black Triumph pulled off the road and idled by the elaborate, wrought iron gates. A low mist, lingered like lost, abandoned souls in the damp night air; listening, waiting, for their native path.
The selected few made their way across the clouded room to the library. Inside, every wall bar one was covered floor to ceiling in leather bound volumes.
Based on a gothic horror story called "The Red Room". Enjoy. "Miss Harre?" called out the receptionist. When my name was called I stood up, picking up my suitcase and walked over.