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The Thing, whole no. 2, Summer 1946
Page 10
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If this crawling horror goes on the loose, without a guiding mind, there is no telling what it will do. I know. I have a positive fear of strangulation--thoughts of it drive me crazy. I suppose that's why I enjoyed those murders so much. I told the thing what to do to them. . . . Better put this away and get to work. May 10---It killed innocent little Edward yesterday. my God! The town is up in arms--they think I'm responsible, think I've cursed the town with a terrible brand of witchcraft. This is not supernatural, however. It's a living, horrid reality. Poor little Edward. So young and eager to learn. I'm not to blame, really. I accidentally created something I cannot control. Is it my fault? Late last night I woke in a cold sweat, imagining I heard the thing slithering across my bedroom floor. Is it going to get me next? No, by God! I'm going to kill it. I think it's after me, but I'll kill it. I brought it to life---why shouldn't I destroy it? I have a plan.... May 11---I waited for it last night, but it didn't come. I'm not so afraid in the daylight. i know its habits pretty well. Sheriff visited me today. Awfully curious--thinks I'm mad, I suppose. What is this . . . . * * * The above notes were taken from the diary of Alexander Stillson, the eccentric scientist, who kept a detailed account of each day's activities. Some of the technical data has been deleted, because all the facts are not known, but enough remains to piece the story together. Stillson died the morning of June 11th, his screams having been heard by a neighbor,who reported to the police. When is laboratory door was broken down, investigators found him lying on his back in the middle of the room, an empty hydrochloric acid bottle clenched in his right hand. There was a deep purple welt around his neck (the coroner said he died of strangulation) and his face was not nice to look at. Some of the acid had spilled on it. There was a terrible odor in the room, and when police cleared his house a few days later they found a gummy patch of blackness on the laboratory floor. The crawling thing he mentions has never been found.
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If this crawling horror goes on the loose, without a guiding mind, there is no telling what it will do. I know. I have a positive fear of strangulation--thoughts of it drive me crazy. I suppose that's why I enjoyed those murders so much. I told the thing what to do to them. . . . Better put this away and get to work. May 10---It killed innocent little Edward yesterday. my God! The town is up in arms--they think I'm responsible, think I've cursed the town with a terrible brand of witchcraft. This is not supernatural, however. It's a living, horrid reality. Poor little Edward. So young and eager to learn. I'm not to blame, really. I accidentally created something I cannot control. Is it my fault? Late last night I woke in a cold sweat, imagining I heard the thing slithering across my bedroom floor. Is it going to get me next? No, by God! I'm going to kill it. I think it's after me, but I'll kill it. I brought it to life---why shouldn't I destroy it? I have a plan.... May 11---I waited for it last night, but it didn't come. I'm not so afraid in the daylight. i know its habits pretty well. Sheriff visited me today. Awfully curious--thinks I'm mad, I suppose. What is this . . . . * * * The above notes were taken from the diary of Alexander Stillson, the eccentric scientist, who kept a detailed account of each day's activities. Some of the technical data has been deleted, because all the facts are not known, but enough remains to piece the story together. Stillson died the morning of June 11th, his screams having been heard by a neighbor,who reported to the police. When is laboratory door was broken down, investigators found him lying on his back in the middle of the room, an empty hydrochloric acid bottle clenched in his right hand. There was a deep purple welt around his neck (the coroner said he died of strangulation) and his face was not nice to look at. Some of the acid had spilled on it. There was a terrible odor in the room, and when police cleared his house a few days later they found a gummy patch of blackness on the laboratory floor. The crawling thing he mentions has never been found.
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