U is for Unguent
Macassar oil was everywhere. Simon had spilt it this morning, to everyone’s dismay. “My furniture!” came the cries, “My wooden floor!”.
Simon was devastated, this was an early disaster he could ill afford this soon into his tenure. According to the stories, the floorboard would soon start sprouting hair and become everything the master wished upon his head. Although that didn’t in fact happen, he was surprised to see that the Macassar oil had seeped through the floorboards and opened a portal to Hell.
“Hello?” he called into the portal, “Hellooo…?”
As he stared into the void, a furred hand reached up. Oh dear, thought Simon, I’ve really done it this time.