By: A. Merritt
“I crawled up and up.”
“I rushed up and past that unseen Horror.”
“Their whispering grew into a chant.”
It lurked, it brooded, it threatened…
“It was appalling — it was demonic .”
“An impression of enormous upright slugs…”
“Before me was — sheer space!”
“Any whispering?”
The whispering grew louder.
