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Comet, v. 1, issue 3, May-June 1940
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PAGE 10 THE COMET --HORROR'S CELLAR-- [[writing on illustration]]WRIGHT sheets of paper. He was nowhere to be seen---but then I happened to glance at the cellar door. There was but one outlet to the cellar; this door. I remembered that once, when I had spent a day with Morton, he had mentioned the fact that he had never opened the door or went into the cellar. it was damp and dirty, he said; illy ventilated, and he had no use for the basement anyway. There was ample space int he house for his belongings--and furthermore there was a huge garret to the place, if he should ever need storage room. So the open door struck me as strangr. On a sudden impulse I went over to it, and looked down there. Nothing was to be seen--there was no light. But a searchlight lay on the floor near me. What use Morton could have ever had for such a light was unknown to me, and still is; nevertheless, I made the most of my opportunity. Flashing it on, I cast the powerful beam of light into the dark abyss--and shrank back at what I saw, Morton's body! From that distance, at the position I occupied, ten feet above, I could make out, by looking closely, the odd angle at which his head lay, and I knew him to be dead. The eyes in the corpse shone out, it almost appeared, from the light of the search, with malevelence. But I also saw-- But that can wait. Quickly I closed the door, to shut off the awful sight. A sudden
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PAGE 10 THE COMET --HORROR'S CELLAR-- [[writing on illustration]]WRIGHT sheets of paper. He was nowhere to be seen---but then I happened to glance at the cellar door. There was but one outlet to the cellar; this door. I remembered that once, when I had spent a day with Morton, he had mentioned the fact that he had never opened the door or went into the cellar. it was damp and dirty, he said; illy ventilated, and he had no use for the basement anyway. There was ample space int he house for his belongings--and furthermore there was a huge garret to the place, if he should ever need storage room. So the open door struck me as strangr. On a sudden impulse I went over to it, and looked down there. Nothing was to be seen--there was no light. But a searchlight lay on the floor near me. What use Morton could have ever had for such a light was unknown to me, and still is; nevertheless, I made the most of my opportunity. Flashing it on, I cast the powerful beam of light into the dark abyss--and shrank back at what I saw, Morton's body! From that distance, at the position I occupied, ten feet above, I could make out, by looking closely, the odd angle at which his head lay, and I knew him to be dead. The eyes in the corpse shone out, it almost appeared, from the light of the search, with malevelence. But I also saw-- But that can wait. Quickly I closed the door, to shut off the awful sight. A sudden
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