Page 57 - THE BOOK OF PARANORMAL & SUPERNATURAL STORIES

Elora Brulat & Syrine Farina

GLORIOUS ELIZABETH

In the desert streets of Southampton, the storm was
criss-crossed by blinding flashes of lighting among
dark and bleak clouds. Wind gusts were pushing the
last passers-by pressed and hurrying through the
storm, all covered by a bowler hat and a thickness
black coat. The breeze was lifting some abandoned
papers on the floor. Among them, a wanted notice
was spinning until crashing on a dripping window.
A weak sallow light was filtering through and we
could perceive at the back of the room a man
occupied to write precipitately on a piece of paper. A
few minutes later, this man stood up and wore his
hat and his mantle looking at the window in front of
him, thinking. After switching the lights off, he left.

“Oh God, it’s raining cats and dogs now!”, he cried
out adjusting his hat around his head.

At his great disarray, any horse-drawn omnibus or
carriage would run in the streets with this storm and

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