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I know an old lady who misused a teleportation chamber to merge her genetic structure with that of a fly. Perhaps she thought the compound eyes were desirable. Her true motives can never be known, as the replacement of her mouth with a proboscis rendered her completely incapable of speech. The total extent of the damage done is indeterminable. Her demise may occur soon.

I know an old lady who misused a teleportation chamber to merge her genetic structure with that of a spider. She is now capable of casting a fibrous web from her abdomen. She spends most of her time in a corner by the ceiling, waiting for prey. It is, frankly, amazing that she still survives, especially considering the previous damage done by the fly incident. Her demise may occur soon.

I know an old lady who misused a teleportation chamber to merge her genetic structure with that of a bird. Two of her limbs have become feathered wings. Despite already being part spider and part fly, she still survives. Such a thing is unheard of in the history of teleportation science. Her demise may occur soon.

I know an old lady who misused a teleportation chamber to merge her genetic structure with that of a cat. She now possesses fur and retractable claws. Her ears swivel to pick up even the slightest sound. Nobody can comprehend why she is still alive, yet she survives as a being in roughly equal proportions: cat, bird, spider, fly and human. Her demise will surely occur soon.

I know an old lady who misused a teleportation chamber to merge her genetic structure with that of a dog. Her sense of smell must be unparalleled. She appears to be happy, if the wagging of her tail is any indication. Dog, cat, bird, spider and fly. We’re starting to take bets on how far this can go. Her demise will surely occur soon.

I know an old lady who misused a teleportation chamber to merge her genetic structure with that of a goat. She has horns now. This is getting ridiculous. Goat, dog, cat, bird, spider, fly! Her demise will surely occur soon.

I know an old lady who misused a teleportation chamber to merge her genetic structure with that of a horse.

She’s dead, of course.

Nathan Rosen is the founder and editor of MicroHorror.com. He lives in a crumbling old Victorian in Baltimore with his wife Jenesta Matthews and three spoiled cats. A mild-mannered paralegal by day, by night he can be found singing and carousing with Pirates for Sail as the dread pirate Black Dog Nate.