Two Kinds Of Meetings
A pungent smell entered the nose of Denzil Stickles, and he slowly opened his eyes. He still lay on the bed and what he saw caused him to sit up quickly.
Lounging, very relaxed in a chair beside the table was the same hideous figure he had encountered before. The smell was awful and he began to choke. He got up and staggered outside, gasping for fresh air. It smelt worse than the time before. He turned and looked toward the open door and saw nothing, the beast had not moved.
Denzil stood, wondering what he should do next, when a loud voice bellowed from within. “Come hither Stickles, I wish to speak with you”. Denzil was now in a fix. He did not want to offend the beast, but to step inside again, he could not. Slowly, he moved toward the door and coughed, holding h
