A field of science so unbelievable that no one seems able to explain how it works. A field of science that may one day prove that there are other dime...sions beyond those that man lives. So what is real? Let me start from the beginning. It started with the noises. Scratching. Scurrying. I figured we had a rat problem. Rats in the walls. It reminds me of a story I read once, but that’s what we figured. An infestation. Sounds dirty, doesn’t it? The mere word gives me the creepy crawlies:. . thanks to my ability to blend into my environment like a chameleon."Show yourself girl..."I took a look at Carrie... at her fear and pain, then I demanded, "Go away.NOW." And to prove my point, I made a tree above him drop a dead branch.It hit the ground right next to the man... though wasn't quite close enoughfor my happiness. I would have preferred it right on top of his head.But in spite of my warning, he made no sign of leaving. Instead, he wasswinging the shotgun around wildly, looking. I know I made the trip quickly, but I also knew enough not to think that I moved faster then the high school kids could gossip.Jacob Stone sat at the lake side watching the birds along the shore. In his lap was a load of papers. They looked about a foot high. He was reviewing them. Occasionally he would make some notes somewhere on the paper he was looking at.There was a teenager with him. That teenager stood off to the side somewhat to give him a little privacy.I have to give him credit. Stone. "I laughed, but Mark came over and pinned me to the counter, he pushedhis leg between mine and took my mouth with his."That's better, now come over here."He walked into the lounge where he sat on the sofa, pulling me behindhim by my wrist. He sat down and I expected to be pushed to my knees,instead he pulled me onto his lap, not sitting, but face down. Oh fuck Ithought, what have i got myself into now. He pulled the tight skirt upover my arse and pulled my tights and knickers down to my.