“What did you do?” Felicia shrieks, broom aloft.
“It was a mistake!” Something thumps hard against Theo’s back.
“I don’t know!”
The door crashes into splinters, and the toilet scrabbles for purchase with its spindly porcelain legs. Buzzing across the ceiling, a blender whirls its blades.
Felicia and Theo run. A telephone leaps, but Felicia bashes at it with the broom until it goes limp. Deep rumbling sounds come from the laundry room. Behind them, the toilet clacks its lid.
They make it through the front door in time to see the lamppost rise with a reptilian roar.