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Ladies and gentlemen, this is terrific! This end of the thing is beginning to flake off! The top is beginning to rotate like a screw! The thing must be hollow!
She's movin'! Look, the darn thing's unscrewing! Keep back, there! Keep back, I tell you! Maybe there's men in it trying to escape! It's red hot, they'll burn to a cinder! Keep back there. Keep those idiots back!
She's off! The top's loose! Look out there! Stand back!
Ladies and gentlemen, this is the most terrifying thing I have ever witnessed! Wait a minute... someone's crawling out of the hollow top. Someone or... something. I can see peering out of that black hole two luminous disks — are they eyes? It might be a face. It might be... good heavens, something's wriggling out of the shadow like a gray snake! Now it's another one, and another one and another one... they look like tentacles to me! There, I can see the thing's body. It's large, large as a bear and it glistens like wet leather. But that face... ladies and gentlemen, it's indescribable! I can hardly force myself to look at it! The eyes are black and gleam like a serpent's. The mouth is V-shaped with saliva dripping from its rimless lips that seem to quiver and pulsate. The monster or whatever it is can hardly move. It seems weighed down by... possibly gravity or something. The thing's raising up. The crowd falls back now; they've seen plenty. I'll pull this microphone with me as I talk. I'll have to stop the description until I can take a new position. Hold on, please, I'll be right back in a minute.
We are bringing you an eyewitness account of what's happening on the Wilmuth farm, Grovers Mill, New Jersey.
We now return you to Carl Phillips at Grovers Mill.
Ladies and gent — am I on? Ladies and gentlemen... ladies and gentlemen, here I am, back of a stone wall that adjoins Mr. Wilmuth's garden. From here, I get a sweep of the whole scene. I'll give you every detail as long as I can talk, as long as I can see. More state police have arrived; they're drawing up a cordon in front of the pit, about 30 of them. No need to push the crowd back now; they're willing to keep their distance. The captain is conferring with someone; we can't quite see who. Oh yes, I believe it's Professor Pierson. Yes, it is. Now they've parted. The Professor moves around one side, studying the object, while the captain and two policemen advance with something in their hands. I can see it now — it's a white handkerchief tied to a pole... a flag of truce. If those creatures know what that means... what anything means... wait! Something's happening! A humped shape is rising out of the pit! I can make out a small beam of light against a mirror! What's that? There's a jet of flame springing from the mirror, and it leaps right at the advancing men! It strikes them head on! Lord, they're turning into flame!
Now the whole field's caught fire! The woods, the barns, the gas tanks of automobiles... it's spreading everywhere! It's coming this way! About 20 yards to my ri...
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