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Chapter 4
Itwasthenthatthemosthorribleimpressionofallwasborneinuponme—theimpressionwhichdestroyedmylastvestigeofself-controlandsentmerunningfranticallysouthwardpasttheyawningblackdoorwaysandfishilystaringwindowsofthatdesertednightmarestreet.ForatacloserglanceIsawthatthemoonlitwatersbetweenthereefandtheshorewerefarfromempty.Theywerealivewithateeminghordeofshapesswimminginwardtowardthetown;andevenatmyvastdistanceandinmysinglemomentofperceptionIcouldtellthatthebobbingheadsandflailingarmswerealienandaberrantinawayscarcelytobeexpressedorconsciouslyformulated.
MyfranticrunningceasedbeforeIhadcoveredablock,foratmyleftIbegantohearsomethinglikethehueandcryoforganisedpursuit.Therewerefootstepsandgutturalsounds,andarattlingmotorwheezedsouthalongFederalStreet.Inasecondallmyplanswereutterlychanged—forifthesouthwardhighwaywereblockedaheadofme,ImustclearlyfindanotheregressfromInnsmouth.Ipausedanddrewintoagapingdoorway,reflectinghowluckyIwastohaveleftthemoonlitopenspacebeforethesepursuerscamedowntheparallelstreet.
Asecondreflectionwaslesscomforting.Sincethepursuitwasdownanotherstreet,itwasplainthatthepartywasnotfollowingmedirectly.Ithadnotseenme,butwassimplyobeyingageneralplanofcuttingoffmyescape.