<A strange disoriented feeling overtakes you as your vision seems to shift. Your eyes clear and your surroundings come into focus. The rough texture of wood beneath your hands, a sliver of light in front of you. You find yourself peeking through a door, barely cracked open. Your heart begins to beat quickly, the feeling of being an intruder nearly overwhelming.>

Inside, the room is sparsely decorated. It feels cold. Sterile. A stone slab rests centered in the room, only half in view. Beside it sits a small tray stand, surgical tools orderly spread upon it. A dark-skinned man in a white robe speaks to another, his words barely decipherable as he lies down on the slab.

"I am ready doctor. Please proceed."

You can see him grimace as something, just out of view, happens. Another figure walks into sight, a woman, moving to the nearby side of the slab. Taking a scalpel from the tray, she steadies herself, slowly breathing in, then outward. She nods and, using the scalpel, makes a deep incision into the man's exposed right arm. Another grimace. Dark red blood wells up from the wound, a steady flow dripping into a bowl set on the floor beneath him. You see him close his eyes, life streaming out steadily into that bowl. Carefully pushing the door open another inch, you see a needle and tube apparatus injecting some sort of black viscous substance into his other arm. Bile fights its way up your throat as a feeling of wrongness nearly overcomes you.

Unable to stop yourself, you push the door open further, eyes following the tube--the door creaks--your breath catches, heart racing. The tube is attached to something else.

An abomination.

Revulsion overtakes you. A horrible lurching sensation in your gut nearly causes you to gag. Standing upon six spider-like legs with a man's arms and torso, it is crowned by a head containing four faceted, insectoid eyes. The various body parts have been crudely stitched together, ending abruptly where each meets the next. Your mind rebels at the idea of this thing being alive. But believing or not, the one thing you know, it is aware. In it's caricature of life, the abomination's head tilts to the side. Seeing you. Studying you. It's mouth opens, jaw un-hinging, as two chelicarae unfold from inside.

In panic, you quickly glance at the man. You forget the abomination. The blood flowing from his right arm is no longer red. An ichorous black, it oozes more than drips. Time seems to slow as he turns his head towards you. His eyes, now pitch black, have taken on an unnatural glow. In that moment, you feel something much bigger, much darker looming over you. Unable to look away, you hear the abomination let out a keening wail, piercing your ears, a most inhuman sound. His eyes bore into you. Your sight begins to fail, filling with brief primal visions of writhing, indescribable horrors, until darkness overtakes you.

<A strange disoriented feeling overtakes you as your vision seems to shift. Your eyes clear and your surroundings come into focus. You are where you were before the strange vision began, left with only panicked breathing and a racing heart.>