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Chapter 3
Themhaousesnortho’theriverbe-twixtWateran’MainStreetsisfullof’em—themdevilsan’whattheybrung—an’whentheygitready...Isay,whentheygit...everheartellofashoggoth?
"Hey,d’yehearme?ItellyeIknowwhatthemthingsbe—Iseen’emonenightwhen...eh-ahhh-ah!e’yahhh..."
Thehideoussuddennessandinhumanfrightfulnessoftheoldman’sshriekalmostmademefaint.Hiseyes,lookingpastmetowardthemalodoroussea,werepositivelystartingfromhishead;whilehisfacewasamaskoffearworthyofGreektragedy.Hisbonyclawdugmonstrouslyintomyshoulder,andhemadenomotionasIturnedmyheadtolookatwhateverhehadglimpsed.
TherewasnothingthatIcouldsee.Onlytheincomingtide,withperhapsonesetofripplesmorelocalthanthelong-flunglineofbreakers.ButnowZadokwasshakingme,andIturnedbacktowatchthemeltingofthatfear-frozenfaceintoachaosoftwitchingeyelidsandmumblinggums.Presentlyhisvoicecameback—albeitasatremblingwhisper.
"Gitaouto’here!Getaouto’here!Theyseenus—gitaoutferyourlife!Dun’twaitfernothin’—theyknownaow—Runferit—quick—aouto’thistaown—"
Anotherheavywavedashedagainsttheloosingmasonryofthebygonewharf,andchangedthemadancient’swhispertoanotherinhumanandblood-curdlingscream."E-yaahhhh!...Yheaaaaaa!.."
