"That Ugly Little Three-Fingered Bastard" by Steve Savage "King of the Beasts"

THE LITTLE MAN WHO WASN'T THERE
(Harold Adamson / Bernie Hanighen)

Last night I saw upon the stair,
A little man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today;
Oh, how I wish he'd go away.
When I came home last night at three,
The man was waiting there for me.
But when I looked around the hall,
I couldn't see him there at all.
Go away, go away;
Don't you come back any more!
Go away, go away;
And please don't slam the door.....(SLAM!)
Last night I saw upon the stair,
A little man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today;
Oh, how I wish he'd go away.
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Jersey City, 1986. Though the house was completely dark, it began to glow with a light from above that penetrated the roof into the living space. That's when I saw the shadow of that "Ugly Little Three-Fingered Bastard," but only momentarily. At first, he was invisible. Perhaps because he was outside the Visible Light Spectrum. Maybe that's why, when he is seen, he's associated with the Rainbow, the prismatic manifestation of Visible Light. However, he did cast a shadow and moved very fast. The "Shadow" gave the appearance that he was wearing a hat of sorts. It resembled something worn by a Chinese Coolie. I sensed that he was at the crib of my infant son, and intuited that somehow, he was observing or modifying him in some way and that this was not the first time he had visited him. Not entirely clear on this. However, at age two, my son was able to read perfectly, having learned the alphabet on his own. By the way, the time of this occurrence is coincidental with an identical time and space appearance of an extraterrestrial presence reported by Whitley Streiber, author of "Communion." I don't know why I wasn't thinking as clearly as I should have - awestruck, maybe, perhaps restrained in some fashion. I tried to locate the "Ugly Little Three-Fingered Bastard," but he seemed to disappear into the woodwork at will; moving inter-dimensionally, like that Mr. Mxyzptlk from Superman comics. I felt like I could trap him and catch him because I could see where he went and there was no way out, but when I looked where he had to be, he was not there. Seeing the futility of all this, I went to bed. When I climbed into the bed, I felt a presence lying next to me. I quickly yanked the covers back and smiling at me, in a taunting manner, was the "Ugly Little Three-Fingered Bastard." At first, I thought he was a baby, the face seemed so familiar to me, that I had seen him before. He had a giant smile, no beard, and was bald. I had the strange feeling that I had interrupted what would have amounted to an alien sexual encounter. I tried to wake my wife but was unable to rouse her from what was clearly an anesthetized state. It was as though she were in a coma or trance, and oblivious to his presence or mine. I went to grab him, but "POOF!" He was gone!