Who knows what eeeevil lurks at the top of the stairs?

I heard that something untoward had appeared at the top of my stairs.

What horror could it possibly be?

Was it a leaf from Canon Alberic's scrapbook?

Or perhaps Madam Crowl's ghost?

I peeped around a corner...

It was...a bookcase!!!

My anthologies had taken it into their heads (pages? covers?) to encroach on my upstairs living space.  Just because there wasn't any shelf space downstairs...

It seems that the anthologies wanted to avoid the nuclear option--namely, running a line of bookcases across the floor of the downstairs library.  (Have I mentioned that I've run out of downstairs walls?)