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Various Weird Tales, Volume 1, Number 3… (1923)

Ah! the gusts grow weaker, struggling, forced into rest. Now—now—they have ceased.
Silence!
A fearful pause.
What is that I hear? There, behind me in the room?
Do I hear it? Is there anything?
The throbbing of my own blood in my ears.
No, no! There is something as well—something outside myself.
What is it?
Low; heavy; regular.
God! it is—it is the breath of a living creature! A living creature here—close to me—alone with me!
The numbness of terror conquers me. I can neither stir nor speak. Only my whole soul strains at my ears to listen.
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Various Weird Tales, Volume 1, Number 3… (1923)

While he was reveling in dreams of paradise, the grim arms of the death plant had enclosed him in their vise-like clasp, and I knew that no power upon earth could make them relax until they opened to throw forth the dry husk—the dead skin and bones—of their prey. Already they had so constricted his chest that he could breathe only in short, panting gasps. His terror-stricken eyes sought my face.
“My God, Rodriguez!” he cried in a terrible voice.
The arms gripped him closer. He gasped out a word, “Help!”
Silvela Castelar,” I said, with quiet bitterness, “You are beyond all human aid.
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Various Weird Tales, Volume 1, Number 3… (1923)

Eh, bien! the murder was committed, and but for one little slip, one tiny slip—Ha; ha! It is amusing, is it not, Monsieur?”
“Very!” rejoined Deweese sarcastically. “I think, however, that I have begun to get a glimmer of what you erroneously conceive to be the truth, and that is that Dalfonzo and the mysterious Thing are identical.”
“Patience, Monsieur, patience,” cried Peret. “The glimmer of light that you see is a will-o’-the wisp. Dalfonzo is a man; the Thing is—the Thing. The murders were instigated by Dalfonzo, but were committed by the invisible terror.”
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