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My name's Claire.

Claire Conway.

Marta and I were matched up by an IBM
machine by a roommate service.

And although I was going to be a model,
and she was a nurse and research

assistant in a hospital, they had us
paired off right down to the last

Why, we even smoked the same kind of
cigarettes.

In New York, why, just getting up in the
morning is an adventure.

This is the story of one of those
adventures.

An adventure that came as close to
costing us our lives as a hound dog

a treed coon.

It was about the middle of July, and
there was something in the air that

of us could understand.

Marta was a little testy, and I was kind
of jumpy too.

Turn off that spooky music.

Oh, really?

Any particular reason?

I don't know. It just gives me the
creeps this morning.

You know what I watched last night?

Two of those ghastly horror films.

I know nurses are supposed to be very
reasonable people, but you know me.

Those things really give me the creeps.

Marta was really serious.

It surprised me.

There was something nervous and
disturbed about her whole attitude.

I figured the best thing to do was try
and get a laugh out of her.

I know exactly what you saw.

The monster from the hairy planet.

And Dracula meets the Beatles.

I was surprised that Marta was taking
everything so seriously.

How could I possibly know that this
wasn't just going to be another normal

at work for either of us?

Especially not for Marta at the
hospital.

Ow! Ow!

That was strange.

Our cat had never scratched either of us
before.

Were things going to start happening in
threes the way they do when bad luck

sets in on your trail?

I visited Malta once in the hospital
where she worked.

It was an incredible and creepy place.

The lab where she had to work was filled
with thousands and thousands of rats

and mice and other animals that were
constantly being experimented on.

They were always trying to shoot them
full of chemicals and hormones and

like that.

Things that upset the delicate balance
of nature.

It was unnatural.

The whole place.

I think both Malta and I had always felt
that something bad was going to happen

up there someday, with all those half
-crazy animals around with their sharp

little teeth.

Malta may have been a professional
nurse, but this was one place in the

where she wished she didn't have to
spend so much time.

My life, on the other hand, was totally
different.

I was out in the romantic world of
fashion photography, around

their assistants, like Laurie here.

She was only 21 and hadn't been around a
lot of models like myself for very

long.

She seemed to get along fine with Ken,
my friend who ran the studio.

Or at least I thought they got along
fine.

How could I tell then that for Laurie,
being seen undressed or in the nude was

big hang -up?

Us models, well, we just have to get
used to it.

It had taken me a long time.

The way I got used to it?

Well, that's part of this story, too.

Here I was, out in the sun, making $50
an hour modeling, having the time

of my life, while across town, Marta was
about to go through the worst

experience of her life.

Claire, there's a bathing suit in there.

It's topless.

It's topless?

Would you mind modeling it for a spread
in one of the man's magazines?

It was funny, but Ken's question made me
think for a second.

Then when I came out of the dressing
room, Laurie gave me a strange look.

What's the matter, Laurie?

Does that shock you?

Wearing a topless bathing suit?

No.

It's, well, I can't imagine taking off
my clothes in front of, well, anyone.

Anyone?

I do find it difficult.

Yes.

It had never occurred to me before that
Ken and Laurie had some kind of trouble.

That night when I got home, you can
imagine the shock that was waiting for

What's the matter, Marta?

Tell me, please, how about it? Remember
this morning, the strange premonition of

danger I had?

Yes, I had that, too.

Oh, it's over now, baby.

Oh, the rock on top of me.

Oh, the window nearly fell down.

Oh, God.

Oh, it's just awful.

Much, thanks.

I think what you need is a little rest.

I'm writing, Susanna.

I think that the week after next, we'll
take a little vacation.

Camp Sunshine?

It was strange, me writing that letter
that night to Susanna.

Why, only a year before, I had never
heard of Camp Sunshine.

I'll never forget how surprised I was.

A little shocked and a little amused too
when I first found out that my roommate

was a nudist.

I didn't even know what being a nudist
meant.

When I found those magazines,

I couldn't believe there was such a
thing as an organized nudist movement in

America. A place where people could
actually go and take off their clothes

together outdoors.

I looked at them and had to laugh at the
idea.

That wasn't for me.

That was for sure.

Are these your magazines?

Why, yes. Those are my nudist magazines.

They come through the mails?

Of course.

There are millions of nudists in the
world.

They have their own camps, nudist
beaches, places where they can get out

sun and away from all the prudes in the
world.

You know, Claire, you're kind of a
prude. I am?

How do you expect to get a break in
modeling?

You're afraid to show your body.

I am.

Listen, I work in a hospital all day
long.

And I work around sick bodies.

When I go to Camp Sunshine, it's to be
around healthy bodies. Camp Sunshine?

It's a nudist camp run by a friend of
mine upstate, Susanna York.

I've been meaning to ask you.

I had the intention of going up there
this weekend, and I wondered if you...

want me to come along?

Would you?

No, thank you. I just couldn't. Oh, come
on. I have nothing better to do and

nothing to lose.

Except my clothes.

Except your inhibitions.

Marta talked to me that night a year ago
and told me more about nudism.

It was good, she said, to get to accept
your own body and other people's.

And before I knew it, the weekend had
rolled around and there we were on our

out to Camp Sunshine.

Suddenly, it all seemed so natural to
feel the sun shining down all over my

body. It was gorgeous, an experience
that thrilled me, that made me feel

alive for the first time.

Then, looking around, I saw somebody
still wearing clothes.

Susanna explained that this was her half
-brother, Hugo, a rather simple fellow

who served as the gardener at Camp
Sunshine.

There was something about his looks that
gave me a chill.

But Susanna told us that he was really
very sweet, that he didn't have a mean

streak in him anywhere.

For the rest of that wonderful first day
at the camp, I never thought of Hugo

again.

All I thought of was the sun, the fun
that we had, and the pleasures of my

newfound way of life.

Marta. Marta, how are you? I just wanted
to talk to you a minute.

I tried all kinds of experiments on the
rats.

Those chemicals that were sitting on the
shelf were... It was a million to one

shot.

Some combination of hormones, some
combination of vicious substances that

made the animals vicious, inhuman. I
don't think it could ever happen again.

I thank the...

Great surgeon in the sky that it
happened to rats and didn't happen to

beings.

Thank the good Lord we've got scientific
techniques to get rid of vile, vicious

substances like that.

And I got rid of them, all right. You
can be sure of that.

Knew nothing of the tragedy that had
befallen poor Hugo.

We went about our normal daily
activities, getting up each morning,

the hospital, and me to my modeling
assignments.

We kept waiting for a letter to come
from Susanna.

We found out later that her mind was so
distracted by the accident that she had

forgotten to write us and tell us that
she had closed the camp.

Each morning we looked for some word
from her, and although there was no

from her, We suspected no trouble and
went ahead with our plans to visit Camp

Sunshine the following week.

It was during that week before we went
to Camp Sunshine that I called Ken and

told him that I would model the topless
bathing suit.

Is Claire.

How are you?

Listen, I just decided to model those
topless bathing suits for you.

After all, I am a nudist.

You mean you go to a nudist camp and all
that?

Yes, both Marta and I are.

Listen, the next time you're going out,
can Laurie come?

I think it'd be good for her.

We're going away this weekend for a
week.

Fine. See you tomorrow.

Bye.

Now that Ken knew about us both being
nudists, I wondered if Marta had told

Harrison about us. They were becoming
awfully close friends.

And in that week after the accident,
while we were waiting to take our

they were practically inseparable.

Marta and Harrison, I believed.

Were falling in love.

But for some reason, as Martha confided
in me, she found herself unable to tell

him.

It would take an act of fate before
Harrison visited Camp Sunshine.

Oh, my God.

Oh, there's a monster.

A monster?

It was an accident. Some chemicals in
the water.

Chemicals in the water?

The chemicals?

We've got to get to a doctor. And fast.

Listen.

About all this.

Let's not tell the others.

It would spoil Claire's birthday party.

Harrison? I was just going to give you a
buzz.

I think we just about worked out an
antidote for those rats.

I'll be there in an hour.

No, sooner.

Yeah.

Huh. Oh, no, they're not.

A monster?

A monster?

In a nudist camp?

All right, let's go.

Thank you.

And that's all that's left of the
monster of Camp Sunshine.