Are we supposed to imagine poor Typer writing this onto the floorboards he is being dragged across? No, because according to the story’s “frame”, the narrative is all contained in his diary. And this is the problem with all these story-endings. They are part of
written documents. And even if someone were writing when some horror came upon him, he would drop quill or Bic long before these narrators do.
The silliest of the bunch, and therefore the best example, is the ending of Frank Belknap Long’s “The Hounds of Tindalos”:
- God, they are breaking through! They are breaking through! Smoke is pouring from the corners of the wall. Their tongues — ahhh —
Ahhh indeed.