Jordan and the genie.

[Ravenloft]

Jordan was one of those guys who went to storage unit auctions to try and make a quick buck, but he was a complete amateur at it, never doing much better than breaking even on it or getting just enough for next month's rent. Part of the problem was that when he did make a find, it was usually something like a box of comics which he would keep for himself.

He had just gotten back from his latest score, some wierdo store of occult shit. Outja boards and candles, books and boxes full of odd little knick knacks, like a scorpion set in amber and an old smoked glass bottle. She really strange shit, and filthy too, caked in dirt and dust, like it had sat there for fifty years. No comics though, but some of those creepy occult books read like a pretty comic code horror comic. Maybe some Lovecraft nerd would pay for some of this shit at the Saturday swap meets.

Unpacking the boxes into his garage, he went about cataloging and cleaning everything. It was tedious work and he kept procrastinating when he found something new to check over or flip through, just to see what it was. He got to that weird, smoked glass bottle finally and noticed it felt kind of heavy, like it was still full. "Weird..." he braced it between his thighs and worked at the cork with his thumbs. If it was booze it was probably bad, but he could always pour it out and fill it with colored sand or something, some hippy might buy that...

The cork popped free and a whisper if vapor drifted out. "Woof, strange brew old bean!" Jordan said to himself as he lifted it up to snifty at it. Nothing, it was empty, no liquid was in there. So why was it so heavy? "Strange..." he held it out, away from himself and upended it, hitting the bottom to see if some sort of sludge came out. Nothing... finalky, he shrugged and started cleaning it with a rag.

 

[Lotus_Maiden]

Sabrina snapped her fingers, changing the decors of her oval room; yet again, for the umpteenth time. It went through many variation of cultures over time, from ancient Qing dynasty to modern English. She even recycled a couple styles now and then, which was inevitable after being locked in this cylinder for decades. Before she could decide the open-plan of Olympus or ego-friendly inspired Fijian bure, the world around her lit up. She then heard feet shuffling and commotions before a face came to view overhead.

She exclaimed excitingly, “I knew it! A human!” It was bound to happen sooner or later. Her freedom was nigh! Then her wish came true; ha the irony in that.

As usual, he shook, sniffed and turned her home. It didn’t faze her until a swirl of sparkly smoke engulfed her petite body. She levitated toward a small opening directly above her. She drifted, through the long neck, pass his face and around the room. She was invisible to the naked eyes. Her eyes wandered and took in the place before settled on man below her.

Plop!

“OW!” she screamed as soon as her ass hit the cold floor. She had forgotten her invisibility and size were limited outside her abode.

 

[Ravenloft]

Wit one wipe of the rag a plume of smoke came billowing out of the slender opening of the bottle. Jordan thought it was some sort of trick, a cheap magicans gag, or something. There must have been a strike match to set light to a smoke bomb inside the bottle or simething, so he tipu red it over and over, looking for how it was spewin so much colored smoke, but he couldn't find anything. "Hmm... weird..." it was probably triggered by jostling it so much.

He was so engrossed in trying to figure out the trick, he wasn't looking up to see how the smoke gathered, condensed and formed into, of all things, a naked woman! It wasn't until the girl yelped out in pain, hitting the dirty floor, landing on her naked butt that he looked up, wide eyed and screaming, himself.

He scurried backward into the corner of his garage, hitting his head on the work bench in the corner, making a hand full of his tools crash with a clamor of metal on concrete illiciting another yelp from his lungs as he rubbed his head. He snatched up a crecent wrench and held it up like a sword. "Who... who are you?! How the hell did you get in my garage?! And why the hell are you naked?!" He stammered, his hand shaking, trying to make sense of it all.