He wanted to move, to scream, to strike out, to do anything but remain inactive, but, for the moment, he was helpless, for his soul was gripped by the icy fingers of terror. The hair of his head bristled and beads of cold perspiration burst from his brow.
That he stood in the presence of the Whispering Thing—the whispering and respiring supernatural horror that had, but a few short hours before, crushed the life out of the two men whose death he had sworn to avenge—he could not, and did not, for a moment doubt.
This story will be concluded in the next issue of WEIRD TALES. Tell your news dealer to reserve a copy for you.
The Last Thrilling Chapters of
The Thing of a
Thousand Shapes
A Weird Novel
By OTIS ADELBERT KLINE
The first half of this story appeared in the March issue of WEIRD TALES. A copy will be mailed by the publishers for 25c.
HERE’S WHAT HAPPENED IN THE EARLY CHAPTERS: