The already dim lights flickered and then

The already dim lights flickered and then went out. When the came back on, you wouldn't believe what was gone.

You see, the flaw of believers is that they are truly convinced that invisible things are real. So instead of seeing an empty room, they were convinced it was fully furbished and

well-appointed, with fine furnishings, flocked wallpaper and good ventilation. But Gurok was no slave of ember visions. He still lived in the real woods, among the deluded

bark eating ceps & the rizomorphic community. Gurok spread his tentacles over great expanses of eastern Oregon. His sentience pervaded the old Cabin waiting for Dick Platt's return

mail address. Gurok the tentacled alien was a pen pal of Dick Platt who was a shoesalesman from Sacramento. They'd gotten close through letter writing because while in prison

had finished reading the juicy details together, they knew they had to hatch a plan. Platt and Gurok would have to summon the aliens here to enact these tentacular fantasies.

Platt was such a sucker for saucy scenarios and deviant desires, he couldn't resist. Blowing softly into an ancient conch shell, Gurok summoned the aliens, who slithered sinuously

up Platt's trouser legs. He found the first 2 quite saucy, but by the time there were 15 aliens in his trousers & a queue was forming to up-trouser, Platt could feel a panic attack

coming on due to the plethora of aliens gathering in his underbritches. Platt centered himself, found a nearby jumbo alien and joined the up-trouser queue assembled there.