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Leprechaun, v. 1, issue 1, March 1942
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LEPRECHAUN , 9 ed it off to the printer, to be made into a book. Then he reached into his desk, drew out a fat wad of bills, and handed them to our author friend, who stuffed them into an inner pocket. The scene changed and once again I was back at the mansion, just in time to see Bristol reenter. Then I was inside too, and my all-seeing eyes took in a weird,and totally impossible, situation. It seems, in the dream, that our author wrote all of his stories, not by means of a superb imagination, but from actual fact! His mansion was the entrance to another world, a world of terrible monsters and fiendish creatures of every size and shape, from the devil down to beasts a hundred times more revolting. And all of these alien entities were under the rule and subject to the command of our Mr. Bristol. What he told them to do, they did, and when they did it he described their actions, added a plot, and sold it as "fiction". Why, he was literally surrounded by these fantastic horrors. As I remember it, he had a baby dragon instead of a dog, his meals were cooked by creatures closely resembling the modern conception of ghouls, and his household attendants- his lackeys - were represented as creatures with three eyes, and goblins, and strangest of all vampires! "Of course this is all foolishness. A proof of my wandering subconscious is the fact that this world-within-a-world encompassed a broad acreage, much greater in area that the confines of his home. Indeed, such a realm might well be of another dimension, and we know that it is silly to even think of dimension-travel in reality. And yet, I've never seem such a strange and seemingly real land of dreams before. And I hope I shall never have such a nightmare again." Joe laughed long and loud, to my intense embarrassment at first and great relief soon after. The spirit of gloom left me, and I laughed at myself, then, as the utter absurdness of it struck me. My story had taken some time, for here we were at our objective, A great, stone structure, blackened by time; it reminded me of the many medieval castles I had visited, via the movies. The feeble white sun was lost behind one of the towering buttresses. "Son, you'd better lay off milkshakes and coconut cream pie, with herring for supper." Joe guffawed again as we mounted the steps to the entrance till I thought he would bring the masonry tumbling about our heads. I grinned myself, but I don't know why. I hate herring. The great, barren oak trees in the yard, and the the timeworn statutes scattered about indifferently added an eery atmosphere to the place. Sandner punched the ancient bell and turned to me. "You know, Paul, all kidding aside about this world-within-with-demons business. this is a great chance for me. This fella has never once granted an interview with the press in all the years he has been grinding out his stories. I hope that..." I barely heard him, for I was fascinated as the butler swung open the massive door. You see, I had never seen a vampire in full dress before. (the end) The next issue of LEPRECHAUN will be out about the first of May. We can't tel you what it will contain, but we ought to have some excellent material, and we can promise that there will be improvements in format, etc. We would like to hear from every reader, with comments on what you think of this issue, and suggestions as to how LEP could be improved in any way. Will you write?
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LEPRECHAUN , 9 ed it off to the printer, to be made into a book. Then he reached into his desk, drew out a fat wad of bills, and handed them to our author friend, who stuffed them into an inner pocket. The scene changed and once again I was back at the mansion, just in time to see Bristol reenter. Then I was inside too, and my all-seeing eyes took in a weird,and totally impossible, situation. It seems, in the dream, that our author wrote all of his stories, not by means of a superb imagination, but from actual fact! His mansion was the entrance to another world, a world of terrible monsters and fiendish creatures of every size and shape, from the devil down to beasts a hundred times more revolting. And all of these alien entities were under the rule and subject to the command of our Mr. Bristol. What he told them to do, they did, and when they did it he described their actions, added a plot, and sold it as "fiction". Why, he was literally surrounded by these fantastic horrors. As I remember it, he had a baby dragon instead of a dog, his meals were cooked by creatures closely resembling the modern conception of ghouls, and his household attendants- his lackeys - were represented as creatures with three eyes, and goblins, and strangest of all vampires! "Of course this is all foolishness. A proof of my wandering subconscious is the fact that this world-within-a-world encompassed a broad acreage, much greater in area that the confines of his home. Indeed, such a realm might well be of another dimension, and we know that it is silly to even think of dimension-travel in reality. And yet, I've never seem such a strange and seemingly real land of dreams before. And I hope I shall never have such a nightmare again." Joe laughed long and loud, to my intense embarrassment at first and great relief soon after. The spirit of gloom left me, and I laughed at myself, then, as the utter absurdness of it struck me. My story had taken some time, for here we were at our objective, A great, stone structure, blackened by time; it reminded me of the many medieval castles I had visited, via the movies. The feeble white sun was lost behind one of the towering buttresses. "Son, you'd better lay off milkshakes and coconut cream pie, with herring for supper." Joe guffawed again as we mounted the steps to the entrance till I thought he would bring the masonry tumbling about our heads. I grinned myself, but I don't know why. I hate herring. The great, barren oak trees in the yard, and the the timeworn statutes scattered about indifferently added an eery atmosphere to the place. Sandner punched the ancient bell and turned to me. "You know, Paul, all kidding aside about this world-within-with-demons business. this is a great chance for me. This fella has never once granted an interview with the press in all the years he has been grinding out his stories. I hope that..." I barely heard him, for I was fascinated as the butler swung open the massive door. You see, I had never seen a vampire in full dress before. (the end) The next issue of LEPRECHAUN will be out about the first of May. We can't tel you what it will contain, but we ought to have some excellent material, and we can promise that there will be improvements in format, etc. We would like to hear from every reader, with comments on what you think of this issue, and suggestions as to how LEP could be improved in any way. Will you write?
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