Originally posted at Pen of the Damned: ‘The Devil Comes To Whitby’, shared here for your convenience. Enjoy!
“One must be possessed of the Devil to succeed in any of the arts.”
When darkness falls the Devil comes to Whitby.
As the sun fades, an old man sits writing in his study. He has lost track of time, though he knows from the light that it is evening and the day is almost spent. He has been sitting here for hours, his head bowed, spine arched from the back of the chair. The study is warm. The house quiet. The soft sound of pen against paper fills the room.
Outside the great bay windows, the seaside town of Whitby passes him by. Traffic backs up in the road; a line of brake-lights glaring like red eyes through his window. Sometimes, as now, the road is busy. Cars shudder and moan as they inch slowly forwards, exhaust fumes pouring into the cold. If he looks carefully, he…
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