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HP Podcast at HP Podcast.com. This week we continue with our coverage of the

challenge from Beyond with the Live and Lead show that we did back on in April 4th.

For this thing was nothing human, nothing of earth, nothing even of man's myths and dreams.

It was a gigantic pale- word or centipede as large around as a man

and twice as long with a disc-like, apparently eyeless, silly-fringed head bearing a purple central orifice.

It glided on its rear pairs of legs with its fore-part raised vertically.

The legs, or of at least two pairs of them serving as arms.

Along its spinal ridge was a curio- at least two pairs of them serving his arms.

Along its spinal ridge was a curious purple comb and a fan-shaped tail of some gray membrane

ended its grotesque bulk.

There was a ring of flexible red spikes about of its neck and from the twistings of these came

clicking twanging sounds in measured deliberate rhythms.

Here indeed was Utray nightmare at its height, capricious fantasy

at its apex.

But even this vision of delirium

was not what caused George Campbell to lapse a third time into our consciousness.

It took one more thing, one final unbearable touch to do that.

As the nameless worm advanced with its glistening box, the reclining

man caught in the mirror-like surface a glimpse of what should have been his own body,

yet horribly verifying his disordered and unfamiliar

sensations, it was not his own body at all that he saw reflected in the

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