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Someone seemed to be in trouble.
▲'''Original text from ''The Visitor From Curtisville'', Chapter 14--What Little Remains''' Originally posted in Creepypasta wikia {{By|Mmpratt99 deviantart|user=yes}}
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There was a hammering coming from somewhere, loud and urgent.
▲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,” the old elf said as he crawled further under the covers.
There was complete silence.
▲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,” 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.
▲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.
No sooner did he poke his head out then the noise started all over.
Now the nutter was knocking with what sounded to him like a sledgehammer.
Groggily, Arthur sat up and rubbed his eyes.
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.
Wilkie grabbed the lapels of
Before Arthur could close the door, Wilkie scrambled across the threshold, shoving him aside.
Arthur regarded him skeptically.
“WHAT?” shouted Wilkie, as Arthur pushed him towards the door. “You’re not going to help me? You’re just going to hit the sack while your dear ole friend and colleague’s going to be murdered in his sleep by spectral proxy!”▼
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“Oh quit your worrying, dear boy,” Arthur reassured him. “Just follow my advice and you’ll soon have a peaceful night sleep; I quite guarantee it. That Niamth would have to be pretty desperate to attempt something like that.”▼
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As soon as Wilkie disappeared completely from view down the hall, Arthur slammed the door, locking it tight.
Pah!
He sighed wearily as he crawled back into bed and switched off the light.
Soon he found himself yawning, his eyes getting heavier.
''Mouse'', thought Arthur. ''Or perhaps even a rat.
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.
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Then something tightly clutched his wrist.
Back in his room, Wilkie was having a hard time getting back to sleep.
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.
"Arthur--?"
▲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.
▲“Outta me way!” The elf barged past him, clutching a pillow and a couple of blankets. “I’m bunking with you tonight!”
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