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As Gregory Sampson awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found his bed transformed into a gigantic slab of stone.
He couldn’t see the change – the room was pitch-black, so opening his eyes or closing them made no difference at all. But he could feel it. The bed was rock-hard. And cold. There were no sheets. His pillow had vanished.
Lying there on the cold stone in darkness, he could hear nothing but the sound of his own breathing and his heart thumping in his chest. Reaching out on one side and then the other, he felt nothing but stone. Rolling over, at full stretch, he felt the edge of the slab dropping away on his right. And the same on his left.
Gregory had the uncomfortable thought he was lying on a stone altar. The kind used for sacrifices.Tweet