The entrance hall was lifeless. Everything looked strangely dreamlike, surreal, eerie. Name it as you wish, it doesn't matter. What matters is that the mansion was not part of our dimension anymore. It disappeared into another space-time, stuck between two universes. Everything was now possible, although, nothing was coherent anymore. Few human beings had entered in such a nightmare and our story is focused on a small group of young adults, who'll soon discover what the Royal court of the predators is scheming.
When an infinite number of monkeys are typing on a typewriter during an infinite amount of time, they end up writing a masterpiece, a computer program, a scientific theory or even the absolute truth about our universe. The problem is that the monkeys are creating books beyond their understanding, books they are not even able to read. What is the purpose of guessing an answer we are unable to understand ? Don't be a monkey. The Royal court doesn't have seats for monkeys, they had finished to amuse the King. And when the King becomes bored, he becomes hungry as well.
Every clocks in the living room were indicating midnight and five quarters. Five minutes remained before the entrance of the court in the party room. The hands of the clocks were going backward while the host was hurrying to end the last preparations. The tables were nicely devoured, the candles were extinguished, the meat was rare and the filet-Mignon was still shaking. The house was ready to host the animals. The scent of blood had been carefully sprayed in the whole mansion, for the great satisfaction of the guests. The Lion was wearing his nicest suit, the one made of monkey skin, to impress his guests.
The guests entered by the door that had previously been destroyed by an axe. The sly fox, followed by his friend the crocodile, himself followed by his girlfriend the beautiful tigress, entered. The snake followed them sneakily. The bear stopped to greet the panther. The hyena, the wolf and the eagle were walking quickly, by fear of being late in the party room.
After a few minutes, everybody was seated around the table. The clock rung twenty-five times, the feast was now open.
Thank you for reading. English isn't my first language so, some sentences could be weird or errors could exist. If you're interested by this story, I'll write the rest. The text was originally written in french. The text is original and I am the author.