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