The main character of the book was born in NewYork, but lived in Hong Kong. He had a successful business in Asia and the money was always in abundance. Twenty years later, he decided to return home in New York. On the way, he stopped in California for a week. There he had a friend named Mohun Dampier. Dampier never worked. He just lived off his parents. Mohun was also convinced that the magic existed and ruled all his life. He enjoyed reading occult books. When the main character wrote to Mohun, he soon sent a servant to the hotel. In the evening, the main character went by taxi to his friend’s house. It was a brick mansion near the ocean. Mohun changed a lot. He looked like an old man. Some interesting changes happened in his life.
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Beyond the Wall by Ambrose Bierce
I was born in the United States, but I lived in Hong Kong for many years. My business in Asia was successful and I became rich. After twenty years, I decided to visit my home in New York. On my way from Hong Kong to New York, I stayed one week in California.
I had a friend who lived in the city of San Francisco and I wanted to see him again. His name was Mohun Dampier and he had been my friend for many years. We had written many letters to each other. But recently, I had not received any news from him.
Dampier had never had a job. His father gave him a little money, so Dampier had never worked.
Dampier was a superstitious man. He believed that luck or magic could make things happen in his life. He spent most of his time reading books-strange books. Most of the books were about occult philosophy. I called them books about magic.
As soon as I arrived in San Francisco, I sent a message to Dampier’s house. The message said: I am staying in San Francisco for three days. May I visit you?
Dampier surprised me. An hour later, he sent a servant to my hotel with a reply.
Come to my house at once, my dear friend, he wrote. Come this evening. You’ll remember the house-‘I’m sure. It was my fathers’ home. I live in a tower at one end of the house. You don’t have to ring the bell or knock on the door. Il tell the servants to go to bed. And I’ll leave the front door of the tower open. Come up the stairs immediately. I’ll he waiting for you. Please come soon.
I rode in a cab to Dampier’s house. That evening, the weather was stormy. A strong wind was blowing and cold rain was falling. I had forgotten that California is cold and wet in winter. I only remembered the sunshine, not the wind and the rain.
Dampier’s house was near the Pacific Ocean. It was an ugly, two-story building that was made of bricks. There was a tower at one end. The house was surrounded by a garden of many trees and beautiful plants. But now it was winter and there were no leaves on the trees or flowers on the plants.
The driver stopped his cab near the tower. Although the front door was only five yards away, I became soaked with rain as soon as I stepped out of the cab. I ran to the door of the tower and turned the handle…