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260 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 6, 2011
I've no idea how old Glebe House is, but it's not as old as Mrs. Eastfield's. Mum says the whole house used to be the rectory, but it's so enormous, it's now divided into two. Father Mansell, the rector, and his wife live in one half, the bit round the back, and the grand bit at the front with the great big shiny black door is where Mr. Treasure and his family live.
Mr. Treasure's the headmaster of Lokswood School on the other side of Daneflete. Mum says the boys' parents pay a lot of money for them to go there—that's why the Treasures can live in that big house and have a gardener with a petrol lawn mower you can ride on.
Father Mansell and Mrs. Mansell are really quiet. They have grown-up children who have left home and have families of their own. I wonder what it's like living joined onto the Treasures. I wonder if they can hear them being smart and posh on the other side of the parlour wall.
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“It’s a shame though- when Dennis was on the way, Nurse Smallbone was rushing up Fieldpath Road in her old Ford Prefect to get to Mum when our dog, Bonzo, shot out in the road right into her car- smack bang- dead as a doornail. He was a great dog, old Bonzo. I can’t tell you how many times I wish we still had him instead of Dennis.”
"Said my lord to my lady, as he mounted his horse,
Beware of Long Lankin that lives in the moss.
Said my lord to my lady, as he rode away
Beware of Long Lankin, that lives in the hay.
Let the doors be all bolted and the windows all pinned,
Except one little window,
where Long Lankin crept in..."
If she meant to do me harm, she could have done it already - come up behind me in the dark.Long Lankin himself is... well, I don't want to spoil too much. But Long Lankin ranks high on the creep factor in my opinion. It was hard for me to separate him from Slender Man which is more my fault than anything else. Once I had the idea of that in my mind, I just couldn't shake it.
I swallow, pull myself away from the wall, stretch out my hand, and lift the latch again. I can hear my heart thudding in my chest and am barely able to place one foot in front of the other as I move towards the doorway in the corner once more. When I reach it, I hold my breath and slowly peer around the frame.
A lightning bolt cracks, and the room flashes with light. There is nobody there.
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Says mylord to mylady as he mounted his horse,
“Beware of Long Lankin that lives in the moss.”
Says mylord to mylady as he went on his way,
“Beware of Long Lankin that lives in the hay.”
“See the doors are all bolted, see the windows all pinned,
And leave not a crack for a mouse to creep in.”
Oh, the doors were all bolted, oh, the windows were pinned,
But at a small peep in the window Long Lankin crept in.
Let the doors be all bolted and the windows all pinned,
And leave not a hole for a mouse to creep in.
The doors were all bolted and the windows all pinned,
except one little window where Long Lankin crept in.
Last night I heard whispering, very close to me. I peered at Mini's face, half in shadow on the pillow. She was moving her lips in her sleep, as if she were speaking. I leaned in towards her, and with her breath on my cheek I heard her say, ' Help us...help us...save us...' but it wasn't her voice, or even one voice alone - it was many voices.
I rush to the stairs and look up. My jaw drops open. Behind Mimi, [Long] Lankin is crawling down like an animal. The tip of his tongue, wet with thick grey spit, is sticking out from between his sharp yellow teeth like a black pointed stone.