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Unus Mundus by Albert Kelly
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I, and several friends, had an appointment at a man's house. We needed to discuss something with him but I can no longer recall the details of what it was. I do remember, however, that I was the first to arrive. The house was non-descript, modest, a single story bungalow; unique from the other houses by its paint color and landscape, which, by the way, was shabby and overgrown. The front door was ajar. I knocked three times, waited for a half-minute and then called through the crack, "hello, is anyone home?" but there was no response-so I eased the door further open and stepped inside. As soon as I entered, I noticed something very strange about the house. The size of the foyer was much larger than the outside appearance could allow. Although the space was dimly lit, making it difficult to discern its overall dimensions, the ceiling height and curved staircase and open balcony did not match up at all. I called again but still no response. Since my entry was uninvited, I decided it would be best I wait outside for my friends. Adding to my discomfort was the strange and unexplainable size discrepancy between the inside and the outside of the house. It left me feeling uneasy over the scheduled meeting; so much so that I was considering cancelling it altogether. Just as I was about to turn to leave, I heard a man's voice say, "I've been expecting you." The sudden announcement startled me, but the anonymity of it gave me a chill. The voice was low and resonating and non-directional. I searched the dim corners of the foyer, as well the second floor balcony but I couldn't focus my eyes on the person speaking. I was struck with an overwhelming urgency to leave as quickly as possible. Convinced I had been lured into a trap, I was determined to make my exit a hasty one, but when I tried to move, my body would not obey me. I could twist around easily enough and flail my arms, which I remember doing with a great degree of desperation, but it made no difference. I couldn't move my legs to take the slightest step forward or backward. "Relax, Peter," said the man, as he appeared out of the darkness of a hallway. A sense of calm came over me. I was not panicking in the least as I would have expected. I knew my friends would be arriving soon and I was certain they would be able to stop this person from harming me, if, in fact, that was his intention. The uncharacteristic serenity continued to wash over me, yet, as the warmth filled me I began to feel quite detached from the whole situation, as if I didn't belong. I was preparing, in the most natural of ways, to observe what was to happen because I was sure whatever trivialities of business my friends were scheduled to speak to this man about had no relevance to me whatsoever. Suddenly, the elevated sensations of security and detachment started to disappear as quickly as they had come, transforming instead into an upwelling of panic that exploded with a vengeance. Within seconds, every pore in my body oozed a sickly cold slime accompanied by a nausea that brought me closer to throwing-up than I had been in years. Something was going terribly wrong. I needed to get away as fast as I could. It was not to be... and there was nothing I could do about it because I still could not move my legs. The man stepped closer and studied me from forehead to the floor where I stood affixed like a tree to its roots. Then he smiled a broad ugly smile, nodded his head approvingly and began to change me into a bird-into a man-sized bird. It started with my feet. I saw them gradually turning into something like rooster claws. Then my whole body began to change, from the ankles on up, like water rising in a pool. My only hope rested with my friends. When they finally arrived, the strange orgasmic sensations that had overtaken my body were gone. I felt angry at them for being late. Had they been respectful in their duty and arrived on time, they would have been able to save me from the assault. There is still a chance, I hoped. Then, something horrible occurred; my friends didn't seem to notice my transformation. They behaved normally, proving they thought I looked the same as I always did. Convinced the man had also cast a spell on my friends, causing each one to see me as a normal person, I decided it was absolutely necessary I tell them what the owner had just done to me, and to suggest, with the utmost sincerity, they run from the house as fast as possible. In light of the danger, I knew I must choose my words carefully so as not to provoke a reaction that might anger the man, causing him to do something even worse-but when I spoke the words they all came out as squawks and screeches falling on my ears as desperate and alien-perhaps because there was still something human about the sounds. What was worse, my friends didn't hear the screeches and squawking, just as they had failed to react to the sight of my enormous bird-body. On the contrary, they seemed to be seeing me as always, as well as hearing my normal voice saying normal things. They showed no ill will, anger, shock or surprise while they went about discussing business with the man. Terrified, I fell silent. The meeting was coming to a close with the usual handshakes, approving smiles, and a final exchange of papers, When it was over, the owner turned toward me. With a glint in his eyes and a devious half-smile, he said, "Don't worry one bit. Everything shall remain strictly confidential." buy a termpaper
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