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At
about
twenty
past
one
-
I
was
beginning
to
feel
hungry
-
Billy
clutched
my
arm
.
"
Daddy
,
what
's
that
?
What
's
that
!
"
A
shadow
loomed
out
of
the
mist
,
staining
it
dark
.
It
was
as
tall
as
a
cliff
and
coming
right
at
us
.
I
jammed
on
the
brakes
.
Amanda
,
who
had
been
catnapping
,
was
thrown
for-ward
.
Something
came
;
again
,
that
is
all
I
can
say
for
sure
.
It
may
have
been
the
fact
that
the
mist
only
allowed
us
to
glimpse
things
briefly
,
but
I
think
just
as
likely
that
there
are
certain
things
that
your
brain
simply
disallows
.
There
are
things
of
such
darkness
and
horror-just
,
I
suppose
,
as
there
are
things
of
such
great
beauty
-
that
they
will
not
fit
through
the
puny
human
doors
of
perception
.
It
was
six-legged
,
I
know
that
;
its
skin
was
slaty
gray
that
mottled
to
dark
brown
in
places
.
Those
brown
patches
reminded
me
absurdly
of
the
liver
spots
on
Mrs.
Carmody
's
hands
.
Its
skin
was
deeply
wrinkled
and
grooved
,
and
clinging
to
it
were
scores
,
hundreds
,
of
those
pinkish
"
bugs
"
with
the
stalk-eyes
.
I
do
n't
know
how
big
it
actually
was
,
but
it
passed
directly
over
us
.
One
of
its
gray
,
wrinkled
legs
smashed
down
right
beside
my
window
,
and
Mrs.
Reppler
said
later
she
could
not
see
the
underside
of
its
body
,
although
she
craned
her
neck
up
to
look
.
She
saw
only
two
Cyclopean
legs
going
up
and
up
into
the
mist
like
living
towers
until
they
were
lost
to
sight
.
For
the
moment
it
was
over
the
Scout
I
had
an
impression
of
something
so
big
that
it
might
have
made
a
blue
whale
look
the
size
of
a
trout-in
other
words
,
something
so
big
that
it
defied
the
imagination
.
Then
it
was
gone
,
sending
a
seismological
series
of
thuds
back
.
It
left
tracks
in
the
cement
of
the
interstate
,
tracks
so
deep
I
could
not
see
the
bottoms
.
Each
single
track
was
nearly
big
enough
to
drop
the
Scout
into
.
For
a
moment
no
one
spoke
.
There
was
no
sound
but
our
breathing
and
the
diminishing
thud
of
that
great
Thing
's
passage
.
Then
Billy
said
,
"
Was
it
a
dinosaur
,
Dad
?
Like
the
bird
that
got
into
the
market
?
"
"
I
do
n't
think
so
.
I
do
n't
think
there
was
ever
an
animal
that
big
,
Billy
.
At
least
not
on
earth
.
"
I
thought
of
the
Arrowhead
Project
and
wondered
again
what
crazy
damned
thing
they
could
have
been
doing
up
there
.
