Relaxing by the shores of a lake one balmy spring day a group of friends were absorbed
in an intriguing conversation which would give birth to the most fascinating monster
story the world has ever known...so famous that a century after it was written it was
made into a motion picture. "We will each write a ghost
story". said Lord Byron to Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin, wife of the poet Shelly,
from which evolved the frightening legend of Frankenstein. Penned in 1818, it is
superior in literary and imaginative value to the rash of horror stories that followed it.
It is the hair-raising story of a monster created by the genius of a Doctor whose good
intention it was to discover a formula rendering man invulnerable to disease.
For defying the laws of nature, the Doctor was permanently entangled in a maze
of horror worse than death itself.! "It was on the dreary night of November", it began.
With an uneasy motion he opened his yellow watery eyes. He breathed hard and convulsive
motion agitated his limbs. Monstrous in conception, he was a demoniacal resemblance of man!
In crossing the threshold of the supernatural the Doctor's peace of mind was forever lost,
unable to seek solace from nightmarish agony when learning the creature had quit the laboratory.
Big and clumsy, the monster lowered above full grown men and was shunned by a mankind revolted
by his ugliness.
Cloaked in the darkness of night the embittered invention called on the Doctor,
begging relief of the frustrating loneliness he knew. Denied his wish, he avenged
himself by claiming the innocent lives of those near and dear to his creator.
The tale is climaxed in a meeting held in the icy temperatures of the north where
the Doctor suffered the last tortures of the damned and, before dying, in a weak
voice related his tale of terror to the unbelieving crew of the ship that rescued him.
When last seen the monster was borne on a raft carried by a rough tubulent sea,
fading into the oblivion of a pitch black night.