Cries From Another Dimension:From Within

Matt and Cyn were a loving couple of 2 years anxiously awaiting their big wedding day quickly approaching in the fall. Matt was a hard working computer programmer for a reputable computer company and Cyn was a voluptuous talent agent who seemed like she could still be the pick of the litter if she was still auditioning for roles like she did years earlier.

The couple never seemed to argue about anything until the day she came home from work and found that Matt had bought an old antique table and place it in the living room to be the new coffee table in their modest condo. When Cyn came home and saw the monstrosity, she was disturbed why Matt would make such a poor choice of furniture without telling her he was going to make that choice. There was something about this table that disturbed Cyn, though she had no idea why.
Just as she thought that thought, Matt came through the door.

“Matt, why did you bring that monstrosity home?”

“And welcome home to you too, dear?” he said sarcastically. “What, my rare find? It's a beautiful peace of work?”

“You're kidding, right?” she replied in disbelief. “Beautiful? It looks like something that needs to be in the junkyard.”

“You're entitled to your opinion and I'm entitled to mine. And I like it.”

“I understand that, but didn't we agree that we would always make decorating decisions together before purchasing whatever it is?

“Yes, we did say that. But in this case, there is something special about this table. It was love at first sight. As soon as I saw it, I knew it had a place in our home.”

“Here, in the living room?”

“What better place?”

“Oh, I don't know. How about in the garage, in the den, upstairs hallway, anywhere but in the living room?”

“Cyn, what's the big deal? You haven't even given it a chance. A little sanding, a little tarnish and it'll look like a whole new table. Come on, baby!” he pleaded. “Just give it a chance. Let me show you what I can do with it and I bet you'll change your mind. Please?”

“Oh, alright!” she said reluctantly. “This I got to see.”

“Thank you!” he beamed while kissing her on the cheek. “You won't be sorry. I'll start on it as soon as I get home from work. Love you!” Then he raced out the door back to work.

As soon as Matt left the condo, Cyn could feel a presence in the room. She quickly whipped her head around, feeling someone was standing behind her.

“What's wrong with me?” she asked herself. “There is no one else in the room.”
Just then the phone rang and a startled Cyn jumped a couple of feet.
“Gees, get a grip Cyn!”

Cyn answers the phone and sits on the couch in front of the antique coffee table. For the moment she forgets her cares about the table as she is caught with the conversation on the phone

As Cyn converses on the phone, a closer look at the table reveals that the hardwood top is beginning to change textures, from hard to opaque, allowing us to sink down into the table into another dimension.

Within the table is a dimension of darkness. A dimension which feels like it is much more spacious that the dimensions in the living room. Slowly approaching is a low-pitched growling sound so hideous that the sound of the creature is more frightening than anything you could ever imagine.

By the sheer sound of the footsteps and whatever part of its body that is being dragged, you can tell this beast must be enormous.

A monstrous silhouette looks up through the coffee table's top, watching Cyn's every move on the phone. Then the beast lets out a horrific grow, frustrated that it can't reach Cyn.

Though the horrific growl from the creature could only be heard inside the table's dimension, Cyn could still feel a sense of danger. She cuts her conversation with her girlfriend for the moment to once again look around the room in an attempt to pinpoint the source of this strange feeling. Her eyes are then drawn to the table with suspicion, almost certain that the table has something to do with these strange feelings. Noticing the table's top has seemingly changed from solid to cloudy, Cyn leans forward to examine the table top.

Inside the table, the hideous creature goes berserk. It is obviously frustrated that some force is keeping it from advancing to it's pray.

Cyn's feelings of apprehension increase even though she has no basis for the feelings she is having toward the table. She returns to her phone conversation.

“Yea, everything's okay.” She reassures her girlfriend on the phone. “Now what was it that was so important that you couldn't tell me at work?”

Cyn's facial expression drops into speechless shock as her girlfriend informs Cyn that one of her models is seeing her fiance.

“You're lying!” Cyn insisted. “Matt is not like that. He would never do anything to hurt me. On the other hand that floosey, little Miss Show-your-butt, I wouldn't put it past her. She's nothing but a backstabbing whore.”

Cyn's anger brings her to her feet, pacing back and forth in the dining area. All concerns about the table have vanished.

As she continues to get more and more upset about the news she is hearing, she is unaware that behind her, a thick trail of black smoke is coming from the table making a direct path to her.

Moments later, at work, Matt gets a unnerving call on his cell phone. It is Cyn, in tears, hysterically screaming his name, calling for help, over and over again.
“MATT, HELP ME, PLEASE, HELP ME! PLEASE HURRY, MATT!”
Behind Cyn's screams for help is the sound of furniture crashing, glass breaking and the horrific growling sound. Matt bolts from his desk and out the door.

An hour later, at Matt and Cyn's condo, the street is filled with emergency vehicles. Curious neighbors are looking on and policemen are everywhere.
Inside, homicide detectives are at a loss. The entire condo is covered with blood and all of the furniture has been smashed into a thousand pieces except the coffee table. As unusual as that was, what was most unsettling were the huge unidentifiable scratch marks on several of the walls and on the carpet.

Neighbors had reported that they heard Matt and Cyn screaming and things smashing against the wall along with some kind of grotesque growl. Yet there was no sign of anything entering or leaving the condo by door or window.

From inside the table, the baffled homicide detectives can be seen discussing the case. In the foreground, the silhouette of the monstrous beast can be seen devouring the remains of Cyn and Matt.

The next day, the mysterious antique coffee table is placed in the same window as before when Matt purchased it hours before.