The Ka of Gifford Hillary. A Black Magic Story - Wheatley Dennis

I was still standing up against the table with Evans s apparatus just in front of me. Staring straight over the top of it I saw the rabbit in its cage still happily nibbling away at the lettuce leaves. Then, without any particular reason for doing so, I glanced down towards my feet. My mind positively reeled at what i saw. Where my feet should have been a body sprawled upon the floor. And it was mine.