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By the time Robbie got to back his uncle's, everyone else had already sat down to dinner. Robbie took his place at the long table in the dark old dining room. He really didn't like staying at his uncle's house; he found it a bit frightening, and the constant rain and wind added to the chilling atmosphere.
It had been another long, boring day. He had spent the morning in lessons, then he had helped Aunt Margaret in the garden before he met the new friends he had made.The best part of the day had been the football match with his friends. His cousin Helen , who sat opposite him at the table was, as usual, ignoring him. 'Have you heard,' asked Uncle Mark , 'There's been another victim of the "Thing", as everyone's starting to call it.'
'Oh, no ! The sixth one already !' said Aunt Margaret . ''Who was it this time? Another child?'
'Arthur Grimsby,' replied Helen excitedly. 'Apparently when they found him in his bed this morning, the Thing had struck.He was as white as a sheet and was staring into the distance, looking terrified.''
'Poor Arthur ! exclaimed Aunt Margaret. 'Are they sure it;s the Thing ?'
'Well , his symptoms are exactly the same as the others ; he can't speak, he's stiff as a board and he's got those strange marks on his neck and tongue. There's no doubt it's the Thing, whatever that is! ' said Uncle Mark.
'Selina says he looked as if he'd seen something really horrigying. Perhaps he had, ' added Helen. They finished their meal in silence.
After they had eaten, Robbie went slowly upstairs to his room. He was still thinking about the conversation at dinner and now he was really frightened . He must forget about the Thing or he wouldn't sleep. He shut his eyes tightly and thought of home.
As he was falling asleep, the wind blew his window open and a hair -raising , blood-curding scream filled his head.