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Tonight, I will be reading a slightly spooky story by the author of Frankenstein,

Mary Shelley, The Invisible Girl.

So lie down, close your eyes, and let me read you a story.

This slender narrative has no pretensions to the regularity of a story,

or the development of situations and feelings.

It is but a slight sketch, delivered narrowly as it was narrated to me, by one of the humblest

of the actors concerned. Nor will I spin out a circumstance interesting, principally from its

singularity and truth.

But narrate, as concisely as I can, how I was surprised in visiting what seemed a ruined tower,

crowning a bleak promontory overhanging the sea that flows between whales and Ireland.

To find that, though the exterior preserved all the savage rudeness

that betokened many a war with the elements,

the interior was fitted up somewhat in the guise of a summer house,

for it was too small to deserve any other name.

It consisted but of the ground floor, which served as an entrance, and one room above, which

was reached by a staircase made out of the thickness of the wall.

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