_A powerful tale by one of the supreme masters of weird fiction--a tale in which the horror creeps and grows, to spring at last upon the reader in all its hideous totality._ It is true that I have sent six bullets through the head of my best friend, and yet I hope to show by this statement that I am not his murderer. At first I shall be called a madman--madder than the man I shot in his cell at the Arkham Sanitarium. Later some of my readers will weigh each statement, correlate it with the known facts, and ask themselves how I could have believed otherwise than as I did after facing the evidence of that horror--that thing on the door-step.…
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