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Tuesday, April 14, 2020

COLD PERSON

COLD PERSON
“They were great, translucent, helmet-shaped things, moving by hitch-and-hunch upon a rubbery pedestal, snail fashion, but with surprising speed and maneuverability. The comblike crest stood a full five feet from the ground, and at the lowest and thickest point the body was about the same in diameter. At a point just forward of the top sprouted a spray of from six to eight tendrils, like a wriggling plume for the helmet. These were snakily agile, capable of stretching six feet or more, and each terminated in a disklike sucker, like a palm, for grasping or holding or cradling. In the midst of the gleaming gray bulk hung a heavy-appearing body the size of a football, that gave off a deep-red light. This may have been the vital organ, or the sensory body, or both. It throbbed at times, and the degree of its light varied.”

“There was a crowding together, a fluttering of tentacles, as though the Cold People conferred in sign language.”
Manly Wade Wellman, The Dark Destroyers


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