Its dripping mouth was nearer and nearer.” It was hungry, and I was what it was hungry for, and it meant to begin on my face. The bed crushed up like wet blotting-paper, and I felt the weight of the Thing on my feet, on my legs, on my body, on my chest. It shuffled and hunched itself forward, inch by inch, till its vast forelegs straddled the bed. It had a hot, slobbering, red mouth, full of big tusks, and its jaws worked hungrily. It was as big as an elephant, filled the room to the ceiling, was shaped like a wild boar, seated on its haunches, with its forelegs braced stiffly in front of it. “There was a Thing in the room not a sow, nor any other nameable creature, but a Thing. Based on White’s own dreams, the story presents his dream vision as that of the narrator: “The House of the Nightmare” ( Smith’s Magazine, September 1906) by Edward Lucas White is an odd ghost story. From the reprint in The Thrill Book – Artist unknown
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