It was the first time in my life that a superstitious dread had come over me. And as I turned the dark angle of the stairway, an invisible cobweb swung in a wide angle, its lazy wool clung to my face. The place had long been given up to dust and cobwebs, to solitude and silence. So it seemed to invade the privacy of the dead, that night I climbed up to my attic.
Suddenly, the attic door opened. Something rustled in darkness. I stared but I could see nothing beyond the vague shape of the furniture. It smelt damp. I heard a whisper. All was still. All but my heart – I could hear it beating. I groaned. An answering groan came from outside. Beaded drops of sweat stood over my forehead.
I was more dead than alive. Then I heard a heavy footstep like the footstep of an elephant. I saw it. It was a Tyrannosaurus Rex. It was the most terrible monster in history! A great evil god, folding its watchmaker’s claws close to its oily reptilian chest. Its lower legs like pistons. Its armored flesh glittered like thousand green coins. It screamed showing a fence of teeth like daggers.
Terrified I took a rifle. I fired the monster in the eyes. Suddenly, I felt as if my brain was rubber and somebody was twisting it. All was dark. I was awake in my house. The clock of the wall seemed to quaver. I was inside of a steel box. Then I remembered that recently I had bought a Time Machine and as a first travel I had chosen the age of Jurassic. «Unbelievable,» I murmured. «It worked!»
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