The carved runes in the hardwood floor glowed with the brightness of spewing lava. The floor lost any semblance to treated wood and slowly transformed into a black hole pierced in the fabric of space. A congealed mass of flesh emerged from the nether, writhing into solidity with boneless arms sprouting from anemone-like fingers that sought to seize and suck life from victims.
"You've done it, Professor Stahdlemeyer," shouted his student Raymond. "You've summoned a Dimensional Shambler!"
"Yes, yes," replied the professor. "Now that rapscallion Fiskeman will pay dearly for his chicanery!"
"How about the Control Spell?"
"What Control Spell?"