Where: Onslow Square

Who: A London Photographic Man

The woman put her head back, her jaw seemed to snap right open in a most unnatural way, so that the little woman’s mouth was stretched uncommonly wide. Her jaw it clicked open like the jaw of some strange creature, and there was the sound of a great snap that echoed around the square. Then, you see, I had all about me and let my camera fire, there was a burst of phosphorescence as I let my camera use its eye and take it all down. And though the picture is a little blurred you can still see it, I say, especially when the pertinent part is blown up after developing. The awful truth. For then, oh then, from the wide open mouth of this little woman in her sharp boots, came from somewhere deep in her throat, a blackness, a great blackness, more and more blackness. A darkness, like a strange small weather grown out of a single human, getting bigger and bigger. Soon the whole square was dark as night, and all further streets quite blackened with it.