“Mr Snitcher, next door, had his own bathroom. All the housemasters had. It didn’t really seem quite fair, but then as Joe pointed out, life wasn’t. ‘No use expecting it.’ Unlike Joe, Harry couldn’t honestly have said that he was bothered one way or the other. There wasn’t very much that bothered Harry. He was quite a laid back sort of person. He had admittedly felt a few prickles when he’d seen the bright red golf balls floating in the dark, but maybe, after all, that had just been a trick of t...he light? He left the bathroom and padded back up the passage. Yes! A trick of the light, that’s all it had been. Nothing to get spooked about. It was as he was passing Mr Snitcher’s room that he heard it: a strange unearthly sound coming from somewhere inside. A kind of glooping, followed by a glurping. Could it be Mr Snitcher? Harry crept in close and pressed his ear to the door crack. The strange sounds continued. ‘Glaaaaa-AAAAA-ergh-aaa-blurgh!’ A pause. And then again, more vehemently this time: ‘Glaaaaa-AAAAA-ergh-aaa-BLURGH!MoreLessRead More Read Less
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