And so it was the end of Mr. Micheal Williamson and his family, a loving wife named Jess and their two sons, Jacob and George. The thing that arrived last night needed a place to lair. And it so happened that the Williamson home was near the Docks.

He had just come home from work, expecting his Wife to have a nice meal on the table. Indeed he did smell the burning of a roast in the oven. When he tried to call for his loving wife and his two children. There was no response, he looked in the kitchen. The food sending smoke, water boiled, no sign of this family

Then he heard a most sickening sound. Something was being torn apart. A wet sound it was, coming from the Basement. Frantic, Mr. Williamson opened the door to the basement. Thats when the Thing for it was not like any living being in existence. Inasmuch from this known Reality of measured distances and patterned planetary orbits. It grabbed him and before the man could scream he was torn apart as well.

His dead body dragged down to the basement where It had decided to make a most secure lair. It had sewer access, a drain really. One would, for the sake of their sanity not wish to know how something that was Nine feet in height got up that drain. But it did all the same. It piled poor Mr. Williamson next to the already dead bodies of his wife and sons.

Yet dead, the soul of the Mr. Williamson had not passed from his dead flesh. It screamed in terror as it saw the dead, lifeless forms of his beloved family. Screamed until feasted upon by the Thing, the It, for there was no logical name for this creature. Such was its unnatural self in a natural, rational Universe/

From this home It would go about its business. The dark and maddening business it was sent by It's master, for It's master's alien and unholy designs.