Sam was home alone was, home alone His father was gone, regrettably called at the last minute by work to stay an extra shift, and his mother had died long ago. But it's not that Bob was a bad father, he really did try after the loss of his wife, he just didn't quite know what he was doing yet. It wasn't as though Sam has never been left alone, in fact it was pretty common for him ever since. His dad would be missing as he came from school but there was always dinner prepared in the microwave and a note carefully written on the whiteboard stuck to the fridge always ended with an "I love you son". Sam couldn't complain about being bored, in fact he got used to be left alone.
Back to where Sam is now though, it was just another Friday night alone, homework done, empty plate on the sink, teeth brushed, a couch, and a t.v. flickering away in front of him. There was no school the next day. Tonight was going to be different though, while he was doing his usual ritual of changing every chanel on the t.v. some strange noise caught his atention and itwas coming from the basement.
Sam leftthe living room and went straight to the basement, he opened the door and climbed down the stairs, when he reached the ground he turned on the lights, everything seemed to be in order , All there was to be seen was a workbench accompanied by a wall of tools, the washer and dryer, a dormant furnace, and...a bookcase? It looked rather out of place be cause he didnt rememeber seen tha bookcase before with it's intricate carvings on shiny mahogany surface. Odder yet was the lone book in housed. Sam got closer and read the title which read "ENTER". Sams common instinct shouted in his ear to take the book. Inquisitive fingers reached out and tugged on the book to find it rooted in place. I wasn't that heavy was it? Two hands in position, Sam tugged and the book tilted with a weird sliding noise only to stop in place and causing Sam to take a step back. The bookcase slid aaway.
Sam saw a glass door where the bookcase once was. Curiosity got the best of him and he approached the wondrous door. This must be a secret room in the house and the origin of the strange noise. The door was cloudy leaving him unable to look in but had a brass handle with no lock.
As Sam stepped inside he was assaulted by a spray of "something" from below. He felt a little tingly after but otherwise was fine and could care less as he stood in amazement at the sight before him. The room was completely white with a bed and odd machines adorning the back wall. But that wasn't what amazed Sam, it was the other three walls which were lined with various body parts on shelves. Legs, arms, torsos, heads, hands, feet, and, er, other parts, were present each in different shapes and sizes. "what the heck are you into? dad" Sam wasn't the least bit scared in fact he took a closer look at the fleshy wonders before him. He picked up what were light enough, inspected them and found them to feel warm and...alive. He put pieces back down and turned his attention to the computer in the back of the room.
It looked a lot like the computer in his father's office . He opened one of the folders on the screen only to be assaulted by complicated formulas and procedures and he immediately closed it. Another folder revealed pictures of his father naked, which did bother him but something was off, these pictures showed his father with the body parts he saw on the walls in place of his usual body. Sam looked around at the parts around him and couldn't help but wonder how this was possible. He got up to take an even closer look at the parts.
He first picked up what appeared to be a big hand sitting next to its counterpart. It looked and felt real alright but a look at all angles showed no sign of a seam or sticker or anything. Sam sat on the bed and stared at it, waved it around, and even gave it a high five. Suddenly in grabbed his hand, a strong grip that had him screaming at the top of his lungs. Sam tugged at the hand but it was tight, then he tried getting under its grip and pulling. The next sight only freaked him out more, his hand was lying on the floor right next to the big one. Another scream escaped him and he feverishly checked his wrist for bleeding but nothing was happening.
He quickly picked up his disembodied hand and felt if it was okay too. Oddly enough, he could still feel it and move the fingers as if it were still on him. With nothing else he could possibly do, he tried reattaching it. Miraculously, in stuck right back on. Pulling at it soon revealed that he could remove his hands at will, but not just his hands, his entire arm too. After a few minutes of entertaining himself with this, he eventually brought himself up to picking up the discarded hand. Sam wondered if this was how his father did it in those pictures. A shrug and a tug later, he attempted to attach the meaty hand to his thin wrist. It looked silly with the size difference but it was definitely his hand. He felt it and could feel his small hand as it brushed the hairs on the back. The hand he used to have lay on the bed lifeless and numb, but still alive.
The obvious idea soon appeared in his mind, try on more parts! But where to start?