Now, a public service announcement, to help make your Halloween season safe:
One of my goals for this Halloween countdown is to provide a wide variety in the spooky readings. To that end, here's something completely different from yesterday's text. Let's conjure up the atmosphere of those great 1950s "B horror" flicks...
Text of the Day: Today's text is a short story: "The Leech" by Phillips Barbee, originally published in the December 1952 issue of Galaxy Science Fiction.
The leech was waiting for food. For millennia it had been drifting across the vast emptiness of space. Without consciousness, it had spent the countless centuries in the void between the stars. It was unaware when it finally reached a sun. Life-giving radiation flared around the hard, dry spore. Gravitation tugged at it.
A planet claimed it, with other stellar debris, and the leech fell, still dead-seeming within its tough spore case.
One speck of dust among many, the winds blew it around the Earth, played with it, and let it fall.
On the ground, it began to stir. Nourishment soaked in, permeating the spore case. It grew—and fed.
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