A FEAST OF HORROR... ...His blurred outline reminded me of a crouching beast... his face... was a waxen mask of death... from which two eyes glared... A mad beast is loose... an ageless, eternal beast... ...It grew and grew... It spread its wings and sank into the sand... nothing remained above the earth except a living head that twisted and struggled... the Thing had wound its black paws around his neck and bitten him to death... ...IF YOUR NERVES CAN STAND IT.