The Hairy Ones Shall Dance
By GANS T. FIELD
A novel of a hideous, stark horror that
struck during a spirit séance—a tale of
terror and sudden death, and the frightful
thing that laired in the Devil's Croft.
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Weird Tales January, February, March 1938.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
Foreword
To Whom It May Concern:
Few words are best, as Sir Philip Sidney once wrote in challenging an enemy. The present account will be accepted as a challenge by the vast army of skeptics of which I once made one. Therefore I write it brief and bald. If my story seems unsteady in spots, that is because the hand that writes it still quivers from my recent ordeal.
Shifting the metaphor from duello to military engagement, this is but the first gun of the bombardment. Even now sworn statements are being prepared by all others who survived the strange and, in some degree, unthinkable adventure I am recounting. After that, every great psychic investigator in the country, as well as some from Europe, will begin researches. I wish that my friends and brother-magicians, Houdini and Thurston, had lived to bear a hand in them.