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Velda Clark, the liberrian fer Lampshade Public Liberry, here in Lampshade, Alabama, swears this un is true. I done heard from several liberrians what had it happen ta them.

Velda say she’d be sittin readin one of them books in that little one room liberry, when this tall drink o water in a gray three-piece comes struttin in like he is some kinda big deal. Velda swears the room gets colder than a meat locker soon as this feller steps in. Say she gets a queasy feelin when she looks in his eyes; that they’s the darkest, blackest eyes she ever done seened.

Velda don’t never lie bout nothin that I know of, so this next part has ta have some semblance of truth. She say he floats across the floor and stops at tha desk.

“I’m a lookin’ fer my fedora,” is all this feller says.

She know what hat this feller is referrin too cause it’s been in tha Lost and Found box since she worked there. So she lean down ta fetch it, then he’s gone when she raise back up. Just vanished. Says it happens ever Tuesday night.