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Shangri-LA, issue 4, January-February 1948
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Perhaps it was just creaking. The whole building creaked incessantly, in winter and in summer. But I wondered whether fourteen steps in turn could be just creaking. And then I heard the duller sound on the concrete landing. And I could feel a presence standing at the bottom of the stairs. The windows were at my back, level with the ground, and now I saw a shadow at one of them. This I watched as it spread on the floor; I didn't turn to the windows themselves. I was about to, when I heard another step on the entry landing. Then three more. I knew that seven more steps would bring the stepper to the piano, unless the steps stopped or turned away. I was a fool, cold, and with a headache, playing in the dark. The first step. One. The shadow lay on the floor like a scarecrow--- Two... I turned around, and there was nothing there, so I turned back. Three... Was the shadow I was watching just a decoy? Four... The shadow was a decoy. It lay on the floor, motionless, while the sound of the steps came closer. Five... Why were the steps suddenly cautious? Why were my hands stiff on the keys? Why was the moon dimming? Six... Did I want to know? Suddenly, I knew that I didn't. Seven... I couldn't turn---even when the shadow moved--- ********* SOCIAL NOTE: Jonne (Th' Youn' Foo) Evans is now Mrs. William G. Hanlon. She was married Christmas Eve, in Detroit, Michigan, and shortly after the first of the year their address will be 18579 Evergreen Street, Detroit. Bill is a non-fan who works for the Hudson Motor Car Company, in the Advertising Department. We all wish them many years of connubial bliss, of course. -14-
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Perhaps it was just creaking. The whole building creaked incessantly, in winter and in summer. But I wondered whether fourteen steps in turn could be just creaking. And then I heard the duller sound on the concrete landing. And I could feel a presence standing at the bottom of the stairs. The windows were at my back, level with the ground, and now I saw a shadow at one of them. This I watched as it spread on the floor; I didn't turn to the windows themselves. I was about to, when I heard another step on the entry landing. Then three more. I knew that seven more steps would bring the stepper to the piano, unless the steps stopped or turned away. I was a fool, cold, and with a headache, playing in the dark. The first step. One. The shadow lay on the floor like a scarecrow--- Two... I turned around, and there was nothing there, so I turned back. Three... Was the shadow I was watching just a decoy? Four... The shadow was a decoy. It lay on the floor, motionless, while the sound of the steps came closer. Five... Why were the steps suddenly cautious? Why were my hands stiff on the keys? Why was the moon dimming? Six... Did I want to know? Suddenly, I knew that I didn't. Seven... I couldn't turn---even when the shadow moved--- ********* SOCIAL NOTE: Jonne (Th' Youn' Foo) Evans is now Mrs. William G. Hanlon. She was married Christmas Eve, in Detroit, Michigan, and shortly after the first of the year their address will be 18579 Evergreen Street, Detroit. Bill is a non-fan who works for the Hudson Motor Car Company, in the Advertising Department. We all wish them many years of connubial bliss, of course. -14-
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