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Fan, issue 2, July 1945
Page 20
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20 saw, his eyes to the last, peering back through the flame at me with a terrible anguished pleasing. Twice more then he screamed. Each time it sounded different. Still a third time I heard . . . something, thick and gutteral [sic] and not quite human, certainly not a scream. It was then came the sudden singing snap of the violin string that jarred my senses cruelly and sent me staggering back from the fireplace. It seemed to clear my senses too, in the last few seconds before that other-dimensional scen[e] faded away forever. I am certain I saw her look with quick alarm at the broken instrument in her hand, then at the spot in my direction where Maxton should appear. I am less certain that I saw Maxton. But apparently, she did, for she leered and appeared vastly pleased. Without removing her gaze she reached down and touched her pet, that furry shapeless beast still standing at her side. Her lips moved. She was addressing it. I could not be sure whether it was her very mien that spoke or whether I actually heard the words. She seemed to say: "There! You see, it worked. You need not be lonely any more. Now are you satisfied?" To the very last she continued to look back with demoniac glee on her face as she and her strange beast turned and walked away into the purplish grass. I thought I saw another, similarly tentacled and furry beast slink along behind them . . . hesitant . . . frightened and a little bewildered. But I could not be sure. A log in the fireplace cracked, a flame leaped high and the scene fast faded away.
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20 saw, his eyes to the last, peering back through the flame at me with a terrible anguished pleasing. Twice more then he screamed. Each time it sounded different. Still a third time I heard . . . something, thick and gutteral [sic] and not quite human, certainly not a scream. It was then came the sudden singing snap of the violin string that jarred my senses cruelly and sent me staggering back from the fireplace. It seemed to clear my senses too, in the last few seconds before that other-dimensional scen[e] faded away forever. I am certain I saw her look with quick alarm at the broken instrument in her hand, then at the spot in my direction where Maxton should appear. I am less certain that I saw Maxton. But apparently, she did, for she leered and appeared vastly pleased. Without removing her gaze she reached down and touched her pet, that furry shapeless beast still standing at her side. Her lips moved. She was addressing it. I could not be sure whether it was her very mien that spoke or whether I actually heard the words. She seemed to say: "There! You see, it worked. You need not be lonely any more. Now are you satisfied?" To the very last she continued to look back with demoniac glee on her face as she and her strange beast turned and walked away into the purplish grass. I thought I saw another, similarly tentacled and furry beast slink along behind them . . . hesitant . . . frightened and a little bewildered. But I could not be sure. A log in the fireplace cracked, a flame leaped high and the scene fast faded away.
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