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ROOM 13 by M.R. James

Viborg is a city in Denmark. It is an old city, but it has only a few old buildings.
A great fire destroyed most of the old town in 1726.
Mr Anderson was writing a book on the history of Denmark. He went to
Viborg in 1891. He wanted to study the history of the town.
He stayed in an old building in Viborg — The Golden Lion Inn. The inn was
nearly 350 years old.
Anderson asked the landlord for a large room. The landlord of The Golden
Lion showed him two rooms – room number 12 and room number 14. There
were three large windows in each room. The windows looked onto the
street. Anderson chose room number 12.
In the evening, Anderson went downstairs for supper. He saw a
blackboard. The names of all the guests were written on the blackboard.
Anderson saw that the inn was full. There were no empty rooms. Anderson
noticed that there was no room number 13.
Thirteen is an unlucky number. Many people do not want to stay in a room
with an unlucky number.
When Anderson went upstairs to bed, he tried to unlock his door. It did not
open. Then he saw that he had made a mistake. It was the wrong room. The
number on the door was number 13.
He heard someone moving inside the room.
'I'm very sorry,' he said and went to the door of room number 12.
Perhaps the servants sleep in room 13, Anderson thought. He decided to ask
the landlord about it the next day.
Anderson lit the oil-lamp and looked round. Room number 12 looked
smaller by lamplight. Anderson was tired. He went to bed.
In the morning, Anderson went to the Town Hall. He wanted to study the
town records. Anderson read many very old papers. The oldest records were
from the sixteenth century.
There were some letters from the Bishop of Viborg, dated 1560. The Bishop
had owned three or four houses in the city. He had rented a house to a man
called Nicolas Francken.
The townspeople of Viborg did not like Nicolas Francken. Some people
wrote to the Bishop to say that Francken was a bad man. They said that
Francken was a magician. They wanted Francken to leave the city.
The Bishop said that Nicolas Francken had done nothing wrong. He did not
believe that Francken was a magician.
It was time for the Town Hall to close. As Anderson was leaving, the town
clerk spoke to him.
'I see you are reading about the Bishop and Nicolas Francken,' the clerk
said. 'I am interested in them. But I do not know where Francken lived. Many
of the town records were burnt in the great fire of 1726.'
Anderson thanked the clerk and went back to The Golden Lion. He
wanted to ask the landlord about room number 13, but the landlord was
busy.
Anderson went upstairs and stopped outside the door of number 13. He
heard someone inside the room. The person
was walking around and talking in a strange voice.
 Anderson went to his own room. He decided that number 12 was too small.
He decided to ask the landlord for a large room. Also, he was angry because
his suitcase was missing. It had been on a table beside the wall. Both the table
and the suitcase had disappeared. Perhaps the landlord had moved the
suitcase to a store-room. Anderson wanted it back.
It was too late to call the landlord. Anderson went to the
window and lit a cigarette.
He looked out of the window. There was a tall house on the opposite side
of the street. The lamp was behind him.
He saw his shadow on the wall of the house opposite. The person in room
13 was also standing at the window. Anderson saw a second shadow on the
wall of the house opposite.
This second shadow was strange. The person in room 13 was wearing a tall,
pointed hat. Also, the light from room 13 was red. The light was the colour of
blood.
Anderson opened the window and put his head outside. He tried to see
the person in the next room. He saw the sleeve of a long, white coat - that
was all. The person in room 13 suddenly moved away from the window. The
red light went out.
Anderson finished his cigarette. He left the ashtray on the window-ledge.
Then he turned out the lamp and went to bed.
Next morning, the maid brought hot water to the room. Anderson woke up
and remembered his suitcase.
'Where is my suitcase, please?' he asked.
The maid laughed and pointed. The suitcase was on the table beside the
wall. It was exactly where Anderson had left it.
 He noticed another strange thing. His ashtray was on the middle window-
ledge. He clearly remembered smoking his cigarette by the end window -
next to number 13.
He finished dressing and decided to visit his neighbour in room 13. He was
surprised when he went to the door of the
next room. The next room was number 14! Anderson was frightened. Was he
going mad?
After breakfast, he went to the Town Hall and read more of the old papers.
He found only one more letter from the Bishop about Nicolas Francken. A
group of townspeople had tried to make Francken leave Viborg. They had
gone to Francken's house, but Francken had disappeared. The Bishop wrote
that no one knew where Francken had gone. That was the end of the matter.
That evening, Anderson spoke to the landlord of The Golden Lion Inn.
'Why is there no room 13 in the inn?' he asked.
'Many people won't sleep in a room number 13,' the landlord replied. 'They
say it's unlucky.'
‘Then who is in your room number 13?' asked Anderson.
‘There isn't a room number 13,' the landlord said. 'Your room is next to room
number 14.'
'Of course,' said Anderson. 'I must have made a mistake. Would you like to
come up to number 12 for a glass of brandy and a cigar?'
'I'd like to very much,' said the landlord.
They went upstairs together. They went past room number 10 and room
number 11 to reach number 12.
The landlord looked at the inside of number 12.
'This room looks very small,' he said.
 Anderson poured two glasses of brandy. Both men lit cigars.
Anderson opened the window to let out the smoke. There was a red light
and a shadow on the wall of the house opposite. The light came from number
13. The shadow was dancing wildly, but there was no noise.
Anderson sat down to drink his brandy. He wanted to tell the landlord
about the strange things he had seen.
Suddenly a terrible noise came from the next room.
'Is that a cat?' asked Anderson. 'Or is there a madman I the room next
door?'
'It's Mr Jensen,' said the landlord. 'He often stays in room 14. The poor man
must be ill.'
A loud knock sounded on the door of Anderson's room.
Suddenly a man opened the door and came in.
'Please stop that terrible noise,' the man said.
'Mr Jensen!' the landlord said. 'We thought you were making the noise!'
The three men looked at each other for a moment. Then they went out
quickly into the corridor. The noise was coming from the door of room number
13!
The landlord banged on the door and turned the handle. The door was
locked.
'I'll bring men to break the door down,' the landlord shouted and ran down
the stairs.
Jensen and Anderson stood outside number 13. The noise inside the room
became louder and wilder.
 'I want to tell you something strange,' Jensen said to Anderson. 'My room
has three windows in the day and only two at night. Perhaps you think I am
mad?'
'Good Lord! My room is the same!' said Anderson. 'My room looks smaller at
night than during the day.'
The door of number 13 opened suddenly and an arm came out. The arm
was thin and covered in grey hairs. The fingernails were long and dirty.
Anderson shouted and pulled Jensen away from the door.
The arm disappeared and the door closed. The sound of mad laughter
came from number 13.
The landlord brought two men up the stairs. The men had axes in their
hands. They swung their axes against the door of number 13.
Suddenly the men cried out and dropped their axes.
They had hit a wall. The door of number 13 had disappeared! In the
morning, workmen pulled up the floor between rooms 12 and 14.
Under the floor they found a box. There were old papers inside the box.
Anderson thought that the papers belonged to Nicolas Francken - the man
who had disappeared in 1560.
No one was able to read the writing on the papers. It was in a strange
language. The writing was brown. The ink looked old. But Anderson did not
think it was ink. He thought the papers were written in blood!
Viborg, Denmark.