It was a dreary night in November when the efforts of my work produced fruit. The rain was pattering on the window panes, and thunder rumbled in the distance. I washed my hands for the last time, and sheepishly dried them on an old rag. I then proceeded to attach several wires to where my creations main nervous system and organs were. The neck, the temples, the joints, and the heart were my main areas of focus. I walked on the cold stone floor, over to the nearly extinguished candle. I considered making a fire in the fireplace for a moment, but something that trivial would only distract me from the task on hand. The task that I slaved months over. Once the task was done, would I feel joy? Proud? Godlike? What if I failed?
My shaking hands grasped the lever to the complex electrical system I had built. Hundreds of meters of wire was coiled around the room. With my heart pounding, I pulled the lever which erected a tall lightning rod into the air. Within seconds the largest bolt of lightning I've ever witnessed ignited the sky and the room all at once. My manic screams could not be heard over the defining cracks of the thunder. Surely lightning that is large and powerful enough to destroy a tree would I have killed me! Once the danger had passed, I moved over to my beautiful creation to see if it was a success. The room was silent except for the quiet breathing escaping his lips. But to my terror, his eyes were soul less, and his animated limbs did nothing to comfort his harsh appearance. Its stature was eight feet in height, which for the first time it scared me. Its breath smelled like the rotting flesh I worked with, but I couldn't breath it in it was that foul. He was not alive, but a demon possessing a pile of flesh! It looked at me with its murky yellow eyes, and it groaned a deep, ghastly note. I ran out the room and retreated to my chamber for the time being. If only it was just a dream.
