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3.47 AM [MultiFormat]
eBook by David Langford
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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: An unusual horror story of recurring nightmares somehow connected with a bedside digital clock. Selected by Karl Edward Wagner for The Year's Best Horror: Series XII.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: The Gruesome Book, ed. Ramsey Campbell, 1983
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2004
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [60 KB], eReader (PDB) [26 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [12 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [12 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [63 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [83 KB], hiebook (KML) [36 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [41 KB], iSilo (PDB) [10 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [13 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [41 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [21 KB]
Words: 3458 Reading time: 9-13 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
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Dekker was dreaming. There had been a scattering of bright misty colours, a curve of soft grass, a woman whose eyes and smile were the most wonderful thing in all the world ... and then the dream went sour. it was as though swirls of ink were blending with clear water, as the dark familiar tints spread their stain over Dekker's private landscape. Without any special feeling of transition, Dekker was standing suddenly alone, fuzzily peering at the something odd which was happening to his bare arm. Without pain a round black hole opened in the flesh, and tiny hairs sprouted; tiny hairs that were insect feelers probing out into the air. He was ready with a Band-Aid, but they wriggled underneath it, and now more of the small dark holes were opening in him. He gritted his teeth, and felt the teeth crumbling with a ghastly painlessness like stubs of chalk or like the clay pipe-stems which still came to light when he dug the garden. With a sort of dreamy double-vision he seemed to be watching the next step from both inside and outside as his eyes, his eyes, the eyeballs themselves--
"No...!"
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