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Wiping the gore from your face and hands, you fight back the nausea that rises in your throat when you think of how close you came to a grisly death in the jaws of the monster. The dim light grows suddenly brighter, and for a moment, you hear laughter, cold and distant, before the light dims once more to its usual murky glow and silence descends.

Turn to 322.

Text copyright © 1986 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1986 Gary Chalk.