MOCKER

MOCKER

“George’s face slipped down toward the fourth button on his coat. It wavered, solidified, flowed back into place, and then slopped down over his lapels once more.”

“‘It was a Mocker, I think,’ He answered.”

“They’re parasitic -ah- entities, that feed on the life force as well as the flesh, of human beings.”

“For some reason, whenever it leaves its host, it takes on his features and body and dresses itself in his clothes.”

Margaret St. Clair, The Stroller