Still more tales for the midnight hour
The room is dark and silent. Through the window the full moon shimmers in the fog. Could that be someone . . . or something moving against your window pane? Or is it just a shadow? Suddenly a chill runs down your spine and you wish you weren't alone. The clock sounds the stroke of midnight. It's tim…
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