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▲'''Original text from ''The Visitor From Curtisville'', Chapter 14--What Little Remains''' Originally posted in Creepypasta wikia {{By-user|Mmpratt99 deviantart}}
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Someone seemed to be in trouble. Arthur Gerhardt, First Class Professor in magic and spells, could hear the faint cries coming through the blankets surrounding his balding head.
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"Get up, you bony old goat! It's after me!"
"What!" Arthur sprang his shriveled frame out of the bed. "Who does he think he is calling me a
"Hurry Gerhardt, it's coming!"
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"There's a damn ghost after me! That's what!" the ghoul gibbered, his short red hair and whiskery mustache bristling on end.
"Well, I'm not surprised," said Arthur indignantly. "This old hotel happens has a history of hauntings. You must of annoyed one of the permanent guests." He eyed the door critically. "At least you didn't damage any of the woodwork.
Wilkie grabbed the lapels of Arthur's pajamas and shook him until his gold teeth rattled.
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"Oh no!" Wilkie yelped as he slammed the door shut. "You're not leaving me out there! There's a Hand-of-Glory after me!"
"Hey, I paid for this suite out of me own pocketbook, and I have no intention of sharing it
"That thing that attacked me!"
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"Oh, Her," said Arthur, feeling a bit ill.
"Oh, yes,
"Must you remind me of that," said Arthur acidly. "Anyway, what's she got against you? You only met her for like a few minutes."
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''Mouse'', thought Arthur. ''Or perhaps even a rat. This old hotel's full of them.'' He would have paid it no mind had it not been for the sudden odor filling his nostrils--a mephitic scent tinged with the smell of moist earth and forest.
For one long moment, he laid there with wide fixed eyes, clamping his gold plated teeth tight until he tasted the iron of his bitten tongue. Then he slowly reached out behind him and fumbled about the bedclothes. His groping fingers soon closed around something, something soft, something cold and rubbery. It felt like--
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Then something tightly clutched his wrist.
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▲ The End?
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