Mrs. Kafttan had no idea that her pet chimpanzee would be so dismembered upon the waking of her morn, with fresh bananas and coffee waiting for her upon the veranda.
the tail of a newly killed black mamba, obviously left as some sort of warning to her, and her family.
She jerked her foot back quickly, away from the olive drab scaled serpent, only then noticing that there was a book propped up against the screen, with strange writing on the cover.
she crouched and looked at the cover, somehow she couldn't bring herself to touch it! The writing seemed to writhe and changed colour in a sickly fashion, gulping she scittered back .........the book was opening.....
and a foul stench came from it, not just a physical smell, but almost something that soaked into the mind, causing her to fall back violently, spilling a large Long Island Ice Tea that had been left on the table from last night's party.
She remembered the physicist that had attended the party, uninvited, with such ridiculous theories as
parallel spaces that coexist with our own, filled with strange creatures separated from us not in space or time, but by some sort of extradimensional separation, a barrier the peculiar professor seemed concerned was all too thin for comfort.
Naturally, he seemed on the loony side of eccentric to many of the other partygoers, even the more unusual ones like
Herr Oster, the local plantation owner. He did however, have a son that was fascinated with alternative theories of space and time, and bred venomous reptiles.
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