Az új történet "gyomorégés" a Hortense Calisher . Elolvashatja a UNZ.org címen. Itt van a történet eleje:
The light, gritty wind of a spring morning blew in on the doctor's shining, cleared desk, and on the tall buttonhook of a man who leaned agitatedly toward him.
"I have some kind of small animal lodged in my chest," said the man. He coughed, a slight, hollow apologia to his ailment, and sank back in his chair.
"Animal?" said the doctor, after a pause which had the unfortunate quality of comment. His voice, however, was practiced, deft, colored only with the careful suspension of judgment.
"Probably a form of newt or toad," answered the man, speaking with clipped distaste, as if he would disassociate himself from the idea as far as possible. "Of course, you don't believe me."
A férfi elmondja az orvosnak, hogy hogyan jutott el az iskolából egy újszülött:
"'I'll never get rid of it now!' he wailed. From then on it wasn't hard to get the whole maudlin story. It seems that shortly after Hallowell's arrival at school he acquired a reputation for unusual proficiency with animals and with out-of-the-way lore which would impress the ingenuous. He circulated the rumor that he could swallow small animals and regurgitate them at will. No one actually saw him swallow anything, but it seems that in some mumbo-jumbo with another boy who had shown cynicism about the whole thing, it was claimed that Hallowell had, well, divested himself of something, and passed it on to the other boy, with the statement that the latter would only be able to get rid of his cargo when he it turn found a boy who would disbelieve him."
A történet vége közelében a newt újrakezdi a házigazdákat:
"O.K., O.K. . . !" he shouted suddenly, slapping his hand down on the desk and thrusting his chin forward. "Have it your way then! I don't believe you!"
Rigid, the man looked back at him cataleptically, seeming, for a moment, all eye. Then, his mouth stretching in that medieval grimace, risorial and equivocal, whose mask appears sometimes on one side of the stage, sometimes on the other, he fell forward on the desk, with a long, mewing sigh.
Before the doctor could reach him, he had raised himself on his arms and their foreheads touched. They recoiled, staring downward. Between them on the desk, as if one of its mahogany shadows had become animate, something seemed to move–small, seal-colored, and ambiguous. For a moment it filmed back and forth, arching in a crude, primordial inquiry; then homing straight for the doctor, whose jaw hung down in a rictus of shock, it disappeared from view.
Nem ismerem a másik történetet. Csak abban az esetben, ha a két történet valóban ugyanabban az antológiában volt, itt van néhány olyan antológia, amelyben "gyomorégés" megjelent:
Időtlen történetek ma és holnap , szerkesztette: Ray Bradbury
Legjobb horror történetek , szerkesztette: John Keir Cross
Hirtelen , szerkesztette: Marvin Allen Karp és Irving Settel
A hideg ölelés , szerkesztette: Alex Hamilton
Fantázia: a dolgok alakjai ismeretlen , szerkesztette: Edmund J. Farrell Thomas E. Gage, John Pfordresher és Raymond J. Rodrigues
Kilenc furcsa történet , szerkesztette: Betty M. Owen
65 nagyszerű horror mesék , szerkesztette: Mary Danby
Haunting Women , szerkesztette: Alan Ryan
Éjszakai árnyékok: a huszadik század történetei a nemkívánatos , szerkesztette Joan Kessler