You walk up to the door and knock softly. You get no answer, so you knock again more firmly. You hear scraping, then the door is pushed open. A shrunken old man stands before you, shaking with the exertion of keeping himself upright. His long eyebrows droop over his eyes which are milky with cataracts. His beard is yellowed and down his waist. Aside from a loincloth he is completely nude and the nails on his hands and feet are long and talon-like. Without a word or any gesture, he turns back and returns to the inside of his shack. You follow and look around the interior. You see no furniture and no kitchen or cookware. In fact, the shack is almost completely empty aside from about a dozen oil laterns hanging from the walls a pile of rancid smelling bones of various sizes in the corner. In the center of the floor is a square hole about 8 feet across, opening up to the black waters below. You watch the man crouch next to the hole. He sits there silently for a couple of minutes before reaching in and retrieving a large fish. The motion is incredibly quick considering his appearance. It wriggles in his hands until he deftly cracks its spine between his hands and starts devouring it raw on the spot. You start to move away when you suddenly see something coming near the surface of the water. You stare as what appears to be a round white disk comes more clearly into view, taking up nearly the length of the hole. Finally, you realize its the eye of some giant creature. Its pupil darts around the room, first at the old man who bows in reverence to it, then it fixes on you. You hear another chest-shaking groan, this time so loudly the floor of the shack shakes beneath you. Terror overwhelms your senses and you collapse on the floor as the old man giggles gleefully next to you. As your vision fades, you feel the old man pushing your limp body towards the hole. THE END START OVER