room 13. He was surprised when he went to the door of the
next room. The next room was number 14! Anderson was
frightened. Was he going mad?
After breakfast, he went to the Town Hall and read more
of the old papers. He found only one more letter from the
Bishop about Nicolas Francken. A group of townspeople
had tried to make Francken leave Viborg. They had gone to
Francken’s house, but Francken had disappeared. The
Bishop wrote that no one knew where Flancken had gone.
That was the end of the matter.
That evening, Anderson spoke to the landlord of The
Golden Lion Inn.
‘Why is there no room 13 in the inn?’ he asked.
‘Many people won’t sleep in a room number 13,’ the
landlord replied. ‘They say it’s unlucky.’
‘Then who is in your room number 13?’ asked Anderson.
‘There isn’t a room number 13,’ the landlord said. ‘Your
room is next to room number 14.’
‘Of course,’ said Anderson. ‘I must have made a mistake.
Would you like to come up to number 12 for a glass of
brandy and a cigar?’
‘I’d like to very much,’ said the landlord.
They went upstairs together. They went past room
number l0 and room number 11 to reach number 12.
The landlord looked at the inside of number 12.
‘This room looks very small,’ he said.
Anderson poured two glasses of brandy. Both men lit
cigars.
Anderson opened the window to let out the smoke.
There was a red light and a shadow on the wall of the house
opposite. The light came from number 13. The shadow was
dancing wildly, but there was no noise.
............. continued............
YOU ARE READING
The White Devil
HorrorViborg is a city in Denmark. It is an old city, but it has only a few old buildings. A great fire destroyed most of the old town in 1726. Mr Anderson was writing a book on the history of Denmark. He went to Viborg in 1891. He wanted to study th...
