 This is Boris Karloff, Tales of Mystery. It came from below in a burst of fury. We're not going to read this story. I read this whole thing. It was really good. And this was a really good story as well. But I thought I'd read something that could be relevant to us as well based on a lot of theories going around. And this book came out 1976. So this is Boris Karloff, Tales of Mystery, number 71. October 1976, it came out. And we're going to go to... This was a great... Boris Karloff? Fantastic series, by the way. Fantastic series. Great short stories, intelligent, science fiction, fantasy, human stories. Very cool, very cool. But we're going to read this one. Gathering... So I did this. I called it Alien, but it's related to a lot of other things too. Elder God, you found it. You rock. So we're going to read this story. Boris Karloff, Tales of Mystery, Gathering of the Klan. It's about five pages or so, five or six pages. Deep underground, a strange meeting begins. Here meet children, children of Zrag. There is a spy among us. A cult meeting. A spy. He must be exposed quickly. A, on what quicker way to expose him than by revealing. They start taking off their masks. Our true selves. So this is reminiscent of They Live. Right? And They Live, the movie, came out in 1980s I believe. And this is 1976 that we say. And I wonder what They Live is based on the movie. So here's a little intro by this person. Right? And he's the main character of what's going on. A rather eerie way to start proceedings, wouldn't you say? Or for one man, however, it is not only the beginning, but also perhaps the end. To learn how he came upon this madness, let us look in on a meeting that took place. Some days earlier, in the publisher's office of a major metropolitan newspaper, Daily Chronicle, imagine what a story it'll make Mr. Crane when I expose their deepest secrets. What's the big deal, Archer? Crackpot cults or a dime a dozen nowadays? Yes, but this is the most exclusive cult of all. Some of our most respected citizens are members. You could be stepping on a lot of wrong toes, Archer, the publisher says. Or the editor. I'll take my chances, Mr. Crane, Archer replies. If you don't like the story I come up with, you can always fire me, and I can sell it to another newspaper, he says. And so, on the night of the fateful meeting, all my leads were right on the button, he thinks. That cave is their secret meeting place, and their uniform makes a great cover for my face. He puts on his robe, but now as the cultists remove their plastic skins, that's their secret. They're alien beings, every last one of them, he thinks. How did they know a stranger was here? Got to slip out before they... they see him, the aliens in the back, right? Going somewhere, brother Zragian? Or is it that you are not from Zrag, after all? Who is he? one of them asks. A cheap scandal monger named Peter Archer. Ah, yes. A reporter from the Daily Chronicle, I believe. Shall we tell him who we are? Why not? He will never be able to reveal us to anyone. You see, Mr. Archer, we were a small band of criminals banished from the planet Zrag. Earth is the only other world whose food and climate can sustain us. So far, we are still in few in number, so we must operate undercover, posing as respectable citizens. But once our population has grown large enough, we shall make ourselves known. Your brains are like those of insects compared with ours. Come, of course. With such knowledge, you cannot live here, live here alive. No, wait, Archer says. I won't breathe the word of this. I promise, I swear. Please, I don't want to die, he says. Hold, perhaps we should reconsider, one of them says. If you were suddenly to vanish, it might arouse suspicion. True, and there are other ways to maintain his silence, safer ways. Perhaps you are right, one of them says. Very well. You are free to go, but remember, we will be watching you. If you dare try to betray us. Oh, believe me, you can trust Pete Archer's smiles and waves. Do you think he will really remain silent? One of them asks. Phew, that was the tough, toughest con I ever had to pull now to get the story in, he says, or thinks. Next morning, I just got in, Archer. Give me a moment to relax. This can't wait, Mr. Crane. It's the hottest story of the century. Speaking of hot stories, it's rather warm in here this morning. Mind if I make myself more comfortable, Archer? Or, no. Ah, that's much better, he says. Now, what is this exciting story you uncovered? Nothing, sir, it was all a mistake, a mistake, gulp, that I'll never make again. Yes, Pete. Yes, Pete Archer is finally a believer, and you'd better be one too, for there's no telling whose alien eyes are watching you.