BY THE TIME Robbie got back to his uncle's , everyone else had already sat down to dinner . Robbie took his place at the long table in the dark old dining room . He really didn't like staying at his frightening , and wind added to the chilling atmosphere .<br />It had been another long , boring day . He had spent the morning in lessons,then he had helped Aunt Margaret in the garden before he met the new friends he had made . The best part of the day had been the football match whit his friends . His cousin Helen , who sat opposite him at the table was , as usual , ignorning him . "Have you heard ?"asked Uncle Mark , There's been another victim of the "Thing" , as everyone's starting to call it . Oh ,ho!The sixth one already ! said Aunt Margaret . Who was it this time ? Another child ? Arthur Grimsby replied Helen excitedly . Apparently when they found him is his bed this morning , the Things had struck . He was as white as a sheet and was starting into the distance , looking terrifield . va rog frumos traduceti asta in romana .