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Eerie Night: Mr. White's Haunting Experience

Mr and Mrs White sit silently in their dark home, listening to noises, as Mr White builds up the courage to go downstairs for a candle. As he lights a match at the bottom of the stairs, there is a faint knock at the door. When Mrs White answers it, she wails in disappointment, as the street outside is deserted.

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Eerie Night: Mr. White's Haunting Experience

Mr and Mrs White sit silently in their dark home, listening to noises, as Mr White builds up the courage to go downstairs for a candle. As he lights a match at the bottom of the stairs, there is a faint knock at the door. When Mrs White answers it, she wails in disappointment, as the street outside is deserted.

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Mr White sat until he was chilled to the bone, glancing occasionally at his wife who was
peering through the window. The candle-flame, which had burned low, threw pulsating
shadows on the ceiling and walls, until it slowly went out. The old man, feeling an
inexpressible relief that the wish had not worked, crept back to bed. A few minutes later his
wife also came to bed, silent and depressed.

Neither spoke, but lay silently listening to the ticking of the clock. A stair creaked; a squeaky
mouse ran noisily through the wall. The darkness was oppressive. After building up his
courage for some time, Mr White lit a match and, taking the matchbox with him, went
downstairs for a candle.

At the bottom of the stairs the match went out. He paused to strike another one, and at the
same moment there was a knock at the door, a knock so quiet it was almost inaudible.

The knocking stopped suddenly, though it still echoed in the house. He heard the chair
scraping back from the door; he heard the door open. A cold wind rushed up the stairs and a
long, loud wail of disappointment and misery broke from his wife. It gave him the courage to
run to her side, then to the gate outside. The street lamp opposite the house shone
flickeringly on a quiet and deserted road.

Mr White sat until he was chilled to the bone, glancing occasionally at his wife who was
peering through the window. The candle-flame, which had burned low, threw pulsating
shadows on the ceiling and walls, until it slowly went out. The old man, feeling an
inexpressible relief that the wish had not worked, crept back to bed. A few minutes later his
wife also came to bed, silent and depressed.
Neither spoke, but lay silently listening to the ticking of the clock. A stair creaked; a squeaky
mouse ran noisily through the wall. The darkness was oppressive. After building up his
courage for some time, Mr White lit a match and, taking the matchbox with him, went
downstairs for a candle.

At the bottom of the stairs the match went out. He paused to strike another one, and at the
same moment there was a knock at the door, a knock so quiet it was almost inaudible.

The knocking stopped suddenly, though it still echoed in the house. He heard the chair
scraping back from the door; he heard the door open. A cold wind rushed up the stairs and a
long, loud wail of disappointment and misery broke from his wife. It gave him the courage to
run to her side, then to the gate outside. The street lamp opposite the house shone
flickeringly on a quiet and deserted road.

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