The man he had shot through the head lay face down on the road, his hat flung a dozen feet away from him. Route Twelve still stretched out in dark silence to east and west. There should be time enough to clean up the job before anyone else came along. Garfield brought the suitcase down and put it on the front seat of the sedan, then started back to get his victim off the road and out of sight. He scaled the man's hat into the bushes, bent down, grasped the ankles and started to haul him towards the left side of the road where the ground dropped off sharply beyond the shoulder.
The body made a high, squealing sound and began to writhe violently.
Bank robber’s escape, murder of a guard and a strange creature wearing the body of a man – a story by James Henry Schmitz, an American writer of the twentieth century.