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Fantasite, v. 1, issue 1, November 1940
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THE FANTASITE.....23 Old Tut signed me up immediately, and sent me out on a job, haunting a dilapidated old frame house in Milwaukee. First rate spooks were in demand there, because Robert Bloch had scared all but the hardiest ones away. I had hoped for something in the castle line, but decided that I was lucky to be working at all in these days and times. So I pitched in and soon had the whole neighborhood scared a loely cerulean hue. They sent for Bloch and he came to the old house shortly after dark. The union, however, had impressed me with strict orders that i shouldn't do a lick of work before midnight. What were unions for? Anyway? Yes, anyway, in case you're in doubt. At the stroke of twelve I put on my working shroud, donned my chains, put my copy of Unbelievable Stories in a safe place and tripped lightly down the staire, landing in a heap at the bottom like a boiler factory on the loose. I got up, rearranged my head, and started snooping around to see what Bloch was up to. I found him in the kitchen, sitting on a chair inside of a sleepy looking pentagon done in yellow and green chalk. He was reading the Book of Kibon and munching slowly on some freshly dug lady fingers. Or is it undug? Anyway, I let out groan no, C-10 to attract his attention, but he paid no heed. I thought the book must be interesting, so I started reading over his shoulder and my own at the same time. He was reading the part about invoking the monster., Kornbiph-Hash. "That's wrong," I said, pointing to paragraph three. "The vampire's ears should be boiled in shoggoth grease, nto just plain fried in fat of a withs corpse." "Hey!" he gasped. "You can't come inside my pentagon, it ain't ricket! Get outside there, so I can work my spell properly." I complied, not wishing to be disagreeable. He immediately began to yell some kind of junk at me, and waved his arms like he had the itch and didn't know which place to scratch first. "Fthaga-arfl Orlsh plg snossip! Yish-thagai! Kloonishon burp!" he said, then added, "Must be something I et." By this time I was getting fed up, so I took out a spare head I had left from last week's pay, and threw it at him. To my surprise he ran like hell. I walked to the door and met Henry VIII just coming in. "I've just cleaned up in a new game alled poker," he said. "Gad, but it's great to be dead! C'mon and have a drink!" _____
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THE FANTASITE.....23 Old Tut signed me up immediately, and sent me out on a job, haunting a dilapidated old frame house in Milwaukee. First rate spooks were in demand there, because Robert Bloch had scared all but the hardiest ones away. I had hoped for something in the castle line, but decided that I was lucky to be working at all in these days and times. So I pitched in and soon had the whole neighborhood scared a loely cerulean hue. They sent for Bloch and he came to the old house shortly after dark. The union, however, had impressed me with strict orders that i shouldn't do a lick of work before midnight. What were unions for? Anyway? Yes, anyway, in case you're in doubt. At the stroke of twelve I put on my working shroud, donned my chains, put my copy of Unbelievable Stories in a safe place and tripped lightly down the staire, landing in a heap at the bottom like a boiler factory on the loose. I got up, rearranged my head, and started snooping around to see what Bloch was up to. I found him in the kitchen, sitting on a chair inside of a sleepy looking pentagon done in yellow and green chalk. He was reading the Book of Kibon and munching slowly on some freshly dug lady fingers. Or is it undug? Anyway, I let out groan no, C-10 to attract his attention, but he paid no heed. I thought the book must be interesting, so I started reading over his shoulder and my own at the same time. He was reading the part about invoking the monster., Kornbiph-Hash. "That's wrong," I said, pointing to paragraph three. "The vampire's ears should be boiled in shoggoth grease, nto just plain fried in fat of a withs corpse." "Hey!" he gasped. "You can't come inside my pentagon, it ain't ricket! Get outside there, so I can work my spell properly." I complied, not wishing to be disagreeable. He immediately began to yell some kind of junk at me, and waved his arms like he had the itch and didn't know which place to scratch first. "Fthaga-arfl Orlsh plg snossip! Yish-thagai! Kloonishon burp!" he said, then added, "Must be something I et." By this time I was getting fed up, so I took out a spare head I had left from last week's pay, and threw it at him. To my surprise he ran like hell. I walked to the door and met Henry VIII just coming in. "I've just cleaned up in a new game alled poker," he said. "Gad, but it's great to be dead! C'mon and have a drink!" _____
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