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The witching hour came. The wind howled outside.

  • The witching hour came. The wind howled outside. The rain looked like blood splattering on the window. The manthing sniffed the air. Then continued eating the severed head.
  • The children, their mouths gaping open and eyes wide, sat aghast as the story that the "Story Lady" was telling. Once child asked in a terrified voice" Can we hear a story about a
  • nything that doesn't involve getting eaten by witches?" "But children, " Story Lady said slowly, "this story will teach you to be good little boys and girls." She continued reading
  • , lulled by the rhythms of the familiar tale and her own smug world-view, as the children looked at each other and began to bare their fangs. Story Lady didn't have a chance
  • . The vampire children tackled Story Lady to the library floor and, well, that was the end of Storytime at Transylvania Public Library. The lack of educational activities for kids
  • was a concern and troubled the Administrator of Transylvania High. A new teacher Mr Van Helsing had been hired to create interesting learning programs and to help the library
  • organized the serious surfeit of books that had just arrived from the library of Hogwarts. Mr. Van Helsing was a experienced book keeper and he made sure no book remains unindexe
  • D. Professor Ziti was very impressed and hired himto manage his library. He was constantly grouping books in piles and only he knew what went where - a problem for others who were
  • desperately trying to finish their paper on a lifesaving new treatment for toxoplasmosis. The research studies they had cited were scattered through the disorganized piles, but
  • the piles proved too daunting... too disorganized really. They would miss that deadline and they knew it. The toxo's (as they became affectionately known) would not survive today.

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