stalker

"You don't understand," he said, "who I am or what I am. I'll show
you. By Heaven! I'll show you." Then he put his open palm over
his face and withdrew it. The centre of his face became a black
cavity. "Here," he said. He stepped forward and handed Mrs. Hall
something which she, staring at his metamorphosed face, accepted
automatically. Then, when she saw what it was, she screamed
loudly, dropped it, and staggered back. The nose--it was the
stranger's nose! pink and shining--rolled on the floor.

Then he removed his spectacles, and everyone in the bar gasped. He
took off his hat, and with a violent gesture tore at his whiskers
and bandages. For a moment they resisted him. A flash of horrible
anticipation passed through the bar. "Oh, my Gard!" said some one.
Then off they came.

It was worse than anything. Mrs. Hall, standing open-mouthed and
horror-struck, shrieked at what she saw, and made for the door of
the house. Everyone began to move. They were prepared for scars,
disfigurements, tangible horrors, but nothing! The bandages and
false hair flew across the passage into the bar, making a
hobbledehoy jump to avoid them. Everyone tumbled on everyone else
down the steps. For the man who stood there shouting some
incoherent explanation, was a solid gesticulating figure up to the
coat-collar of him, and then--nothingness, no visible thing at all!
[ The Invisible Man, by H.G. Wells ]

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