Anderson sat down to drink his brandy. He wanted to
tell the landlord about the strange things he had seen.
Suddenly a terrible noise came from the next room.
‘Is that a cat?’ asked Anderson. ‘Or is there a madman in
the room next door?’
‘It’s Mr Jensen,’ said the landlord. ‘He often stays in
room 14. The poor man must be ill.’
A loud knock sounded on the door of Anderson’s room.
Suddenly a man opened the door and came in.
‘Please stop that terrible noise,’ the man said.
‘Mr Jensen!’ the landlord said. ‘We thought you were
making the noise!’
The three men looked at each other for a moment. Then
they went out quickly into the corridor. The noise was
coming from the door of room number 13!
The landlord banged on the door and turned the handle.
The door was locked.
‘I’ll bring men to break the door down,’ the landlord
shouted and ran down the stairs.
Jensen and Anderson stood outside number 13. The
noise inside the room became louder and wilder.
‘I want to tell you something strange,’ Jensen said to
Anderson. ‘My room has three windows in the day and only
two at night. Perhaps you think I am mad?’
‘Good Lord! My room is the same!’ said Anderson. ‘My
room looks smaller at night than during the day.’
The door of number 13 opened suddenly and an arm
came out. The arm was thin and covered in grey hairs. The
fingernails were long and dirty.
Anderson shouted and pulled Jensen away from the
door. The arm disappeared and the door closed. The sound
of mad laughter came from number 13.
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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...
