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The Thing in the Forest.

           AtthatIcompletelylostmyheadwithfear,andbeganrunningalongthesand.Forthwiththerecametheswiftpatterofsoftfeetinpursuit.Igaveawildcry,andredoubledmypace.Somedim,blackthingsaboutthreeorfourtimesthesizeofrabbitswentrunningorhoppingupfromthebeachtowardsthebushesasIpassed.

           SolongasIlive,Ishallremembertheterrorofthatchase.Irannearthewater’sedge,andheardeverynowandthenthesplashofthefeetthatgaineduponme.Faraway,hopelesslyfar,wastheyellowlight.Allthenightaboutuswasblackandstill.Splash,splash,camethepursuingfeet,nearerandnearer.Ifeltmybreathgoing,forIwasquiteoutoftraining;itwhoopedasIdrewit,andIfeltapainlikeaknifeatmyside.IperceivedtheThingwouldcomeupwithmelongbeforeIreachedtheenclosure,and,desperateandsobbingformybreath,Iwheeledrounduponitandstruckatitasitcameuptome,struckwithallmystrength.ThestonecameoutoftheslingofthehandkerchiefasIdidso.AsIturned,theThing,whichhadbeenrunningonall-fours,rosetoitsfeet,andthemissilefellfaironitslefttemple.Theskullrangloud,andtheanimal-manblunderedintome,thrustmebackwithitshands,andwentstaggeringpastmetofallheadlonguponthesandwithitsfaceinthewater;andthereitlaystill.

           Icouldnotbringmyselftoapproachthatblackheap

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