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Now
Norm
looked
like
something
out
of
a
madman
's
dream
of
snake
charming
.
Tentacles
twisted
over
him
uneasily
almost
everywhere
...
and
they
were
all
around
me
,
as
well
.
I
made
a
clumsy
leapfrog
jump
back
inside
,
landed
on
my
shoulder
,
and
rolled
.
Jim
,
Ollie
and
Myron
were
still
there
.
They
stood
like
a
tableau
of
waxworks
in
Madame
Tussaud
's
,
their
faces
pale
,
their
eyes
too
bright
.
Jim
and
Myron
flanked
the
door
to
the
generator
compartment
.
"
Start
the
generator
!
"
I
yelled
at
them
.
Neither
moved
.
They
were
staring
with
a
drugged
,
thanatotic
avidity
at
the
loading
bay
.
I
groped
on
the
floor
,
picked
up
the
first
thing
that
came
to
hand
-
a
box
of
Snowy
bleach-and
chucked
it
at
Jim
.
It
hit
him
in
the
gut
,
just
above
the
belt
buckle
.
He
grunted
and
grabbed
at
himself
.
His
eyes
flickered
back
into
some
semblance
of
normality
.
"
Go
start
that
fu
**
ing
generator
!
"
I
screamed
so
loudly
it
hurt
my
throat
.
He
did
n't
move
;
instead
he
began
to
defend
himself
,
apparently
having
decided
that
,
with
Norm
being
eaten
alive
by
some
insane
horror
from
the
mist
,
the
time
had
come
for
rebuttals
.
"
I
'm
sorry
,
"
he
whined
.
"
I
did
n't
know
,
how
the
hell
was
I
supposed
to
know
?
You
said
you
heard
something
but
I
did
n't
know
what
you
meant
,
you
should
have
said
what
you
meant
better
.
I
thought
,
I
dunno
,
maybe
a
bird
,
or
something
-
"
So
then
Ollie
moved
,
bunting
him
aside
with
one
thick
shoulder
and
blundering
into
the
generator
room
.
Jim
stumbled
over
one
of
the
bleach
cartons
and
fell
down
,
just
as
I
had
done
in
the
dark
.
"
I
'm
sorry
,
"
he
said
again
.
His
red
hair
had
tumbled
over
his
brow
.
His
cheeks
were
cheese-white
.
His
eyes
were
those
of
a
horrified
little
boy
.
Seconds
later
the
generator
coughed
and
rumbled
into
life
.
I
turned
back
to
the
loading
door
.
Norm
was
almost
gone
,
yet
he
clung
grimly
with
one
hand
.
His
body
boiled
with
tentacles
,
and
blood
pattered
serenely
down
on
the
concrete
in
dime-size
droplets
.
His
head
whipped
back
and
forth
and
his
eyes
bulged
with
terror
as
they
stared
off
into
the
mist
.
