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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.
"Gerhardt! Wake up quick! I need help!
"Mmmnn,
There was a hammering coming from somewhere, loud and urgent. Arthur’s first impression was that there was a donkey stamping and braying in the hall; and then he discarded the thought as simply ridiculous, and that it had to be something terrible like fire, or an earthquake, or else a plague of demons. Then it began to dawn on him that there was a maniac knocking on the walls and doors with a crowbar.
"Ah, you bloody idiot,
There was complete silence. Well, that was quick, Arthur thought. Not at all like the police to come so quickly; must have been the hotel detective.
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No sooner did he poke his head out then the noise started all over.
"Ahh great, not again.
Now the nutter was knocking with what sounded to him like a sledgehammer.
"Gerhardt, pleeeese! Are you there? Let me in, quick!
Groggily, Arthur sat up and rubbed his eyes. Slowly it dawned upon him that the raving lunatic banging at the door was none other than his ghoulish colleague and often-times rival Wilkie Grierson .
"Get up, you bony old goat! It’s after me!
"What!
"Hurry Gerhardt, it’s coming!
"I’m coming, I’m coming!
"Please Gerhardt!
The door rocked on its hinges.
Alright, I will!
Throwing open the door, Arthur found a pale and shaking Wilkie in his nightshirt, wringing his purple-striped nightcap.
"Here! What’s all this about!
"There’s a damn ghost after me! That’s what!
"Well, I’m not surprised,
Wilkie grabbed the lapels of Arthur’s pajamas and shook him until his gold teeth rattled.
"It chased me right out of bed and out of my room,
"Leggo of me!
"To Draumgurgle with your shirt!
"What about my goodnight sleep?
"Mischievous?
"So go sprinkle it with some of Snarvo’s Special Spirit Repellant,
Before Arthur could close the door, Wilkie scrambled across the threshold, shoving him aside.
"Oh no!
"Hey, I paid for this suite out of me own pocketbook, and I have no intention of sharing it with…Hand-of-Glory?
"That thing that attacked me!
Arthur regarded him skeptically. "Don’t be absurd. It takes the right hand of a gibbeted criminal to make such a device, and anyway, gibbeting went out of fashion centuries ago.
"Still it could be done,
"What do you mean?
"Stubby, pink, and plump,
"Little kid’s hand, huh?
"Gee, that’s weird,
"Or a sending,
"Don’t be bloody ridiculous,
"Ahh, get real, Gerhardt!
"We do?
"Of course, it was that Niamth A . K. A. Fire Witch Woman!
"Oh, Her,
"Oh, yes, ‘Her,
"Must you remind me of that,
"I saw her true face in those few harrowing minutes,
"Oh, come now, old chum,
"So what are we going to do about it?
"About Niamth or about the ghost hand in your room?
"Both!
"Oh, well, just take my advice and go sprinkle it with some spirit repellant,
"WHAT?
"Oh quit your worrying, dear boy,
As soon as Wilkie disappeared completely from view down the hall, Arthur slammed the door, locking it tight.
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Now just when he was getting ready to doze off and drift into dreamland, there came that infuriating knocking.
Thinking it was the spook returning, he snapped, "G’way, haunt someone else for a change!
No reply came same for more persistent knocking.
Wilkie’s grew livid. "Can’t a person doze in peace around here?
Bolting up, he stormed to the door and squinted through the peephole. He stepped back in startled surprise. Peering right back was a drawn and haggard, yet familiar face. He threw open the door.
"Arthur--?
"Outta me way!
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