"Now," Trilby said, resisting the urge to wipe his hand on his pant leg, "If you can..."
He trailed off. Behind the stranger, an apparition had appeared before the reception desk, plainly visible even in the dark. Cabadath stared at him with his eyeless face, then the air rippled. Now a young man dangled from the ceiling, swaying gently. A rusted machete protuded from his chest.
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Date: Thursday, 24 June 2010 15:19 (UTC)He trailed off. Behind the stranger, an apparition had appeared before the reception desk, plainly visible even in the dark. Cabadath stared at him with his eyeless face, then the air rippled. Now a young man dangled from the ceiling, swaying gently. A rusted machete protuded from his chest.
"Oh, hell," he said softly. "Jim, not you, too."