David Hahn was the best of home wreckers! His crew could dismantle a building in a manner of days or even in a rush hours.
A call came in on a bright Tuesday morning. The owner of the West Main Street castle had passed away. The new owner of the property wanted the old mansion torn down.
"Yes, Sir, 2136 Rosedale and corner of West Main Street. We will be glad to take care of it, thank you Sir!"
The order was quick and neat. A general contractor was ready to build a new mansion on the hill sight. David could charge whatever he needed to rid the town of the ole' eye sore.
That afternoon David and his estimators went inside the mansion for the first time. The inside was not at all like the run down outside. Oak floors and a staircase eight feet wide curled up to the other two floors. Ceilings of ten to fouteen feet high solid plaster, it was built like Fort Knox.
As they split up David walked into the billard room. Marble walls fourteen feet high. Oak inlaid ceiling told of massive wealth. As David stood by the cue rack he must have touched the right thing.
CREEK, went a hinged marble door, opening to a inner chamber. A skylight from three stories up lit the room quite well. Blocking the door with a pool cue, so as not to become traped David walked in.
The room seemed to be a very private study for the original owner. A desk that must weighed a ton was to one side of the room. Books, very old leather bound books went up the walls on shelves. On the desk stood a small wooden sea chest. About tweleve inches square it looked like something from old world history.
David loved every minute as he explored the historical old room. The books written in many different languages made great interest to the college english student he was a few years back.
The box on the desk had peeked his interest. Stepping over and behind the desk he sat down in the large leather bound chair. Lifting the cover he peered inside the felt lined box.
Inside lay a silver medallion. Covered with strange writings and a oval red stone in the middle. David knew he had a treasure and it was his to keep. The owner told him he could have whatever he found inside.
David rushed the box outside and into his truck cab. Shoving it under the seat he locked it up and went back to look around.
A day later David had twenty men working on removing the contents of the mansion. He especially had three men unloading the study and moving the books to David's countryside home.
The business of home wrecker's had left David a rich young man. Living alone he had never married. His one great interest was to surf the Net in love of a good transformation story. David had several favorite story archives, not the least of which was the T.S.A.
Over the next few week David worked by day removing the wealth of art and furniture in the mansion. Then at night and sitting up late he would page through the many books from the old study.
On a Friday night he came across a weird book, 'The Gift of Sin'.
Opening the wood inlaid cover he found real parchment pages and script writing. The book was in English of ole' England. David's eyes went wide as he saw such words as Spells, Curses, and Incantations.
Opening to Spells it broke down into several headings, one of which hit home quickly. TRANSFORMATIONS
Flipping pages he read of spells for changing one's self or another in all manor of wild, farm, sea, birds, and even reptile animals. "Oh this is a strike! he thought."
The countryside estate David owner had several animals in which he either rode or fondled. Pleasure was in his mind as he looked through the heavy pages. Finally, Horse Spells, and he felt he was in heaven?
He read the spell leaving out the open underlined items for names and places. Then in a flash of memory he remembered the box under his front truck seat.