When he looked back the pattern of the Hawaiian shirt had completely changed. Instead of waves and pineapples, now there were volcanoes and grenades.
The portraits on the wall were a progression of malcontents, perverts, embezzlers, and one very angry looking scofflaw.
The train pulled away and he suddenly remembered he’d left the valise next to the Frenchman. Going back to the bureau was now impossible.
The hotel was built hundreds of feet down into the earth. The complex navigational system required maps that were impossible to refold once opened.
He was handed a thousand page treatise called “Commentary” referencing a novel he’d never heard of.
When applied in small amounts the effects are reproducible. But in large doses symptoms range from lycanthropy to unpredictable telekinetic outbursts.
Hiding in the crawl space, she heard them dragging something heavy. Soon the Overseer would arrive.
After placing each card down on the table, she genuflected then took a slug from the bottle of wine.
The assassin regretted everything. Almost everything. That guy was an asshole and deserved it.
The stone sculpture on the shelf was obscure and initially innocuous. By the end of the week however, it throbbed with some covert purpose.
They dozed off staring at the odd wallpaper. In their dream they teetered on the edge of a stark cliff, obscene flowers growling below.
Dancing began spontaneously, without the least amount of self-consciousness or concern for the surrounding, priceless antiques.
Several young people sitting on a couch stared at them with cool disdain. Soon they too would understand the principles of decay.
The bartender warned him. It was tricky getting the chemicals just right. Drink it too quickly, you’d die. Drink it too leisurely, you’d go mad.
Tucked far away in the attic was precisely the kind of thing he’d been warned about. It was delicious.