Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 72 — page 137: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION train of thought in Ed Som- mers’ head. He ran slender fingers through his thinning sandy hair and frowned. Something wrong over there. He put down the shears and then hesitated. Instinctively, the idea of intruding upon their privacy restrained him, particularly at this moment. It would look too darn curious if he walked in on them. But the noise was still flooding out across the neigh- bourhood. Others were turn- ing their heads inquiringly. On impulse, Ed Sommers crossed the street and entered the gap between the cedars. He had no clear idea what he would say or do, but if his guess was right, Chester was having trouble with that new hooter of his. Switch stuck, perhaps. As a consultant en- gineer, he had a fair know- ledge of the working of most mechanical and electrical things and was in no doubt he could solve the trouble in a matter of moments. The shingle of the drive scuttered as he increased his pace to a trot, and as he rounded the corner of the house, he nearly ran into the back of the convertible. Ches- ter was in the driving seat with Loise standing by his door, and both were motion- less, staring into the garage. Then, quite suddenly, the noise stopped. Rather abashed, he started to retrace his steps, his ears still ringing, but it was something Loise shrieked which halted him. Something about slithering and being alive. He turned back at the precise moment Schultz pressed the button again. From where he stood, ir- resolutely, he could see past the car right into the garage, and he saw the shadowy shape move, or rather it shuddered. | The sight sent queer little ripples of fear up his spine and he teetered between hold- ing his ground and making a run for it. There was a quality about that movement outside his experience, and the shape and colour of it, now that his eyes were be- coming accustomed to the gloom in the garage, brought a crop of new emotions into his startled brain. He just peered, goggle-eyed. Then, gradually, fear gave way to 136 COMmMlcClooOoks.COmy