PROLOGUE: She's not coming. It's too late now. Blood gushes from his empty arm socket, spattering onto the deck. He hears the pounding and tearing at the hatch cover. It wants the rest of him.
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An engaged couple buy a home with a UFO beneath. Not their best move. The saucer still has residents. So does the house.
"EXQUISITE HOUSE! Exquisite? Let me tell you how exquisite it is. We got a mad scientist about to perform Hoodoo on our, not exactly human, friend, who is dyin' on account of ghosts. Ghosts of children from his,not exactly alive, wife. It's a soap opera from hell, and we ain't even moved in! Did I leave anything out?"
She failed to mention the starship buried beneath this exquisite house. Why bother?
