História dos anos 50 ou 60: criatura imaterial / trapo mata homem


Tentando lembrar o nome de uma história dos anos 50 ou 60. Os hábitos desleixados de um homem solitário (e o pano duro debaixo da cama) dão origem a uma espécie de criatura malévola e imaterial, que cria a forma de uma mulher a partir de probabilidades e fins aleatórios para atraí-lo para a morte.

por dwasifar karalahishipoor 20.08.2017 / 05:50

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Você pode estar confundindo duas histórias - eu também pensei em "The Rag Thing" como mencionado na resposta de user14111. Mas, a "criatura malévola imaterial" "criando a forma de uma mulher a partir de probabilidades e fins aleatórios" é muito parecida com o fim da história de 1952 ". isfdb.org/cgi-bin/title.cgi?58012"> Um ovo por mês de todo "de" Idris Seabright "(Margaret St. Clair).

A criatura nesta história não começa como um trapo embaixo da cama (ela choca de um ovo), mas começa como imaterial, e cria a forma de uma mulher para atrair um homem à sua morte. .


The faint pecking from within the egg grew louder. The dark fissure on the pale blue-green background widened and spread. The halves of the shell fell back suddenly, like the halves of a door. The egg was open. There was nothing inside...

...The mnxx bird imago, left alone within the cabin, flitted about busily.

cria a forma de uma mulher a partir de chances e fins aleatórios para atraí-lo para a morte

In its flittings in the cabin during his absence, it had managed to assemble for itself a passable body. It had used newspapers, grapes, and black wool from the afghan as materials. What it had made was short and squat and excessively female, not at all alluring, but it thought George would like it. It held the nail file from the drawer in its one completed hand...

...Her face was only a blur; there the mnxx bird had not felt it necessary to be specific. But she moved towards George with a heavy sensual swaying; she was what George had always wanted and been ashamed of wanting. She was here. He had no questions. She was his. Desire was making him drunk....

...When it was finished, George lay on the sodden carpet flaccidly. His eyes were gone, and a lot of his vital organs....

...The mnxx bird, on the fine strong wings it had plaited for itself out of George's head hair, floated out into the night.

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Ambas as histórias estão incluídas na mesma antologia, Cinquenta Pequenos Contos de Ficção Científica , então você certamente poderia lê-los ao mesmo tempo.

20.08.2017 / 15:56

Este é um tiro no escuro.

Partes da sua descrição são um pouco reminiscentes de Donald A. Wollheim História curta de 1951 "The Rag Thing" , publicado pela primeira vez (como por David Grinnell) em A Revista de Fantasia e Ficção Científica , outubro de 1951 , disponível em o Arquivo da Internet . No entanto, a criatura trapo não é imaterial, e não atrai suas vítimas para a morte, criando a aparência de uma mulher. Além disso, não são as vítimas, mas os hábitos desleixados da proprietária que dão origem à criatura.

A senhoria e o trapo:

In a way, though, it is quite possible to hold Mrs. Larch to blame for everything that happened. Not that she had what people would call malicious intentions, but just that she was two things practically every boarding-house landlady is—thrifty and not too clean.

She shouldn't have been in such a hurry to turn the heat off so early in March. March is a tricky month and she should have known that the first warm day is usually an isolated phenomenon. But then you could always claim that she shouldn't have been so sloppy in her cleaning last November. She shouldn't have dropped that rag behind the radiator in the third floor front room.

As a matter of fact, one could well wonder what she was doing using such a rag anyway. Polishing furniture doesn't require a clean rag to start with, certainly not the rag you stick into the furniture polish, that's going to be greasy anyway—but she didn't have to use that particular rag. The one that had so much dried blood on it from the meat that had been lying on it in the kitchen.

On top of that, it is probable that she had spit into the filthy thing, too. Mrs. Larch was no prize package. Gross, dull, unkempt, widowed and careless, she fitted into the house—one of innumerable other brownstone fronts in the lower sixties of New York. Houses that in former days, fifty or sixty years ago, were considered the height of fashion and the residences of the well-to-do, now reduced to dingy rooming places for all manner of itinerants, lonely people with no hope in life other than dreary jobs, or an occasional young and confused person from the hinterland seeking fame and fortune in a city which rarely grants it.

So it was not particularly odd that when she accidentally dropped the filthy old rag behind the radiator in the room on the third floor front late in November, she had simply left it there and forgotten to pick it up.

Reações químicas e o nascimento da vida:

It is hard to say what is the cause of chemical reactions. Some hold that all things are mechanical in nature, others that life has a psychic side which cannot be duplicated in laboratories. [. . .] Heat and moisture and greasy chemical compounds were the sole ingredients of the birth of life in some ancient unremembered swamp.

A coisa de trapo reivindica sua primeira vítima:

Anyway Skelty was found dead in bed the next morning. Mrs. Larch knocked on his door when he failed to come down to breakfast and when he hadn't answered, she turned the knob and went in. He was lying in bed, blue and cold, and he had been smothered in his sleep.

There was quite a to-do about the whole business, but nothing came of it. [. . .] Of course the body was unusually cold when Mrs. Larch found it, as if the heat had been sucked out of him, but who notices a thing like that? They also discounted the grease smudge on the top sheet, the grease stains on the floor, and the slime on his face.

20.08.2017 / 08:10