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"The Damned Thing" is a horror short story written by Ambrose Bierce. It first appeared in Tales from New York Town Topics on December 7, 1893. The story begins in Hugh Morgan's cabin, where local men have gathered around the battered corpse of Hugh Morgan to hold an inquest concerning his death. What was it? (Source: Wikipedia)

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Ambrose Bierce

The Damned Thing

A Horror Short Story

 

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THE DAMNED THING

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CHAPTER I: ONE DOES NOT ALWAYS EAT WHAT IS ON THE TABLE

CHAPTER II: WHAT MAY HAPPEN IN A FIELD OF WILD OATS

CHAPTER III: A MAN THOUGH NAKED MAY BE IN RAGS

CHAPTER IV: AN EXPLANATION FROM THE TOMB

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CHAPTER I: ONE DOES NOT ALWAYS EAT WHAT IS ON THE TABLE

By the light of a tallow candle which had been placed on one end of a rough table a man was reading something written in a book. It was an old account book, greatly worn; and the writing was not, apparently, very legible, for the man sometimes held the page close to the flame of the candle to get a stronger light on it. The shadow of the book would then throw into obscurity a half of the rooms, darkening a number of faces and figures; for besides the reader, eight other men were present. Seven of them sat against the rough log walls, silent, motionless, and the room being small, not very far from the table. By extending an arm any one of them could have touched the eighth man, who lay on the table, face upward, partly covered by a sheet, his arms at his sides. He was dead.