Nathaniel Stone: an excerpt.

 

The young couple sat in the strange man's home. The small living room was stacked with everything gaudy, from mock plastic chandeliers to antique furniture that had come off an assembly line six months ago. 

The young woman glanced curiously around her, as if the strangeness was some form of part trick, while her young partner stared morosely at his bare feet. He couldn't remember how they had become bare. Where were his sneakers? The two of them were in trouble, he didn't need to sense it to know it.

The owner of the strange house smiled encouragingly at the young woman, so she smiled back with the same encouragement. She didn't think it would hurt - much.