Ah,the Hoare Grimm casket.
There must have been a serious mixup in the postal system,because what Mary had gotten was not some
twiddly little plastic box with neatly stacked vials from
Bio-Morph Corporation,but a big piece of storied furniture from
Tudor times.
The postal delivery van had staggered to a halt in front
of Mary's house and
the wary posties had glanced nervously around them as they'd
walked up the innocent subburb house Mary lived in.
What evil twisted mind could possibly wish to purchase the
Hoare Grimm Casket?
Mary was startled when the posties jumped back
in fright when she openned the door to let them in.
She'd signed the papers and the 6 posties had struggled mightily
sinews corded and tense,as they carried the weathered
7 foot long by 2 feet high by 5 foot wide box,adorned with
carved wooden dragons heads and with dark stains on the wood,inside her house and up to her
bedroom,where they lay
the Casket flat on the floor,
so the hinged lid faced upwards.
After they left Mary went to the thing
and lifted up its creaking lid.
Inside lay some kind of unfolding 4 poster bed,such as in Tudor times.
Mary set the posts upright and as the top section silently raised up on
pulleys.
Inside ,where a mattress should be,lay many split and torn clothes,both mens and womens,and adult and
children.Some of the clothing had drops of dark matter spattered on them.
Mary felt the Hoare Grim Casket call to her.Slowly she undressed
and put on one of the torn womens garments that lay onside the bed....