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"Mmmnn," the old elf said as he crawled further under the covers.
There was a hammering coming from somewhere, loud and urgent.
"Ah, you bloody idiot," Arthur muttered to himself as he pulled the covers up over his head. He lay there with his eyes screwed tight, waiting for the police to come and collar the freak.
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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!
"What!" Arthur sprang his shriveled frame out of the bed. "Who does he think he is calling me a ‘bony old goat?
"Hurry Gerhardt,
"
"Please Gerhardt!" Wilkie whimpered. "Help me. Please help me."
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Throwing open the door, Arthur found a pale and shaking Wilkie in his nightshirt, wringing his purple-striped nightcap.
"Here!
"
"Well,
Wilkie grabbed the lapels of
"It chased me right out of bed and out of my room," he said reproachfully. "You took a bloody long time answering the Glazarotsnatz door! That wretched blighter pinched me on my face and bum;
"Leggo of me!" Arthur squeaked, struggling to free himself from the grasp of the panic-stricken Ghoul. There was a sound of tearing fabric. "Ahh, look at my shirt!" he said disgustedly. He glared up at Wilkie. "Pure Virian silk it was until you grabbed hold of it! You should get those daggers of yours trimmed or else wear gloves!"
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"To Draumgurgle with your shirt!" said Wilkie belligerently. "What about my goodnight sleep?"
"What about my goodnight sleep?" retorted Arthur, despairingly. "What about the other
"Mischievous?" said Wilkie, bristling indignantly. "It attacked me!"
"So go sprinkle it with some of
Before Arthur could close the door, Wilkie scrambled across the threshold, shoving him aside.
"Oh no!" Wilkie yelped as he slammed the door shut. "
"Hey, I paid for this suite out of me own pocketbook, and I have no intention of sharing it with…Hand-of-Glory?" Arthur looked at him blankly. "What Hand-of-Glory?
"That thing that attacked me!"
Arthur regarded him skeptically. "
"Still it could be done," Wilkie pointed out, "and who said it had to come from someone
"What do you mean?" asked Arthur. "What did it look like?"
"Stubby, pink, and plump," Wilkie answered, glancing around uneasily, "like a little
"Little
"Yeah,
"Gee,
"Or a sending," Wilkie suggested, glancing nervously around the room.
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"Ahh, get real, Gerhardt!" Wilkie snarled. "We all know
"We do?"
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"Oh, Her," said Arthur, feeling a bit ill.
"Oh, yes, ‘Her,
"Must you remind me of that," said Arthur acidly. "Anyway,
"I saw her true face in those few harrowing minutes," Wilkie replied. "So I suppose
"Oh, come now, old chum," Arthur retorted. "I think your
"So what are we going to do about it?" asked Wilkie irritably.
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"About Niamth or about the ghost hand in your room?" queried Arthur.
"Both!" Wilkie snapped. "But right now,
"Oh, well, just take my advice and go sprinkle it with some spirit repellant," said Arthur casually. "As for the slomgath situation, it could wait till tomorrow." He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "As for me,
"WHAT?" shouted Wilkie, as Arthur pushed him towards the door. "
"Oh quit your worrying, dear boy," Arthur reassured him. "Just follow my advice and
As soon as Wilkie disappeared completely from view down the hall, Arthur slammed the door, locking it tight.
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He sighed wearily as he crawled back into bed and switched off the light. Typical for Wilkie to make a great to-do over such a small matter.
Soon he found himself yawning, his eyes getting heavier. He
''Mouse'', thought Arthur. ''Or perhaps even a rat. This old
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--[[File:Scared_Guy_Main.jpg|thumb|340px]]
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Then something tightly clutched his wrist.
Back in his room, Wilkie was having a hard time getting back to sleep. The current whereabouts of his ghostly roommate as well as the uneasy thoughts about
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, "
No reply came same for more persistent knocking.
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.
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"Arthur--?"
"Outta me way!" The elf barged past him, clutching a pillow and a couple of blankets. "
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