sometime in 1994 . . .

the egg dwellers

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I was standing in my bedroom in our old house in Phoenix. From another room, I heard a low ominous sound, like a pulse. I walked cautiously down the hall toward the kitchen, where the sound seemed to be comeing from. Everything was dark, and as I entered the kitchen I saw that it was arranged strangely. The pulse was not especially loud, but it filled the room. The kitchen was much larger than usual, and it was a sort of a maze of counters with appliances and boxes piled everywhere.

Turning a corner of the maze, I came upon a small lighted aquarium containing a single blowfish. The fish puffed in and out to the beat of the pulse. Something evil was in the room.

My eyes were drawn to the dishwasher, and I knew that the evil presence was inside. I opened it and saw a miniature man reclined in a glass. He looked up at me, and his eyes were solid white without pupils. He said "We are the egg dwellers." This statement filled me with dread, and I then noticed many other creatures like him among the dishes. I quickly shut the dishwasher and turned it on. Stepping back, I knew that doing so had been a bad idea.

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