Critter Creek Chaos

The extra terrestrial otters floated past me at eye level in my living room. They were transparent and congregated in packs of 8. The violent deaths these creatures endured was apparent in their appearance. For instance, most were coated in motor oil and others were bear toothed. They backstroked and chest cracked ghost shells into the kitchen and vanished in my pantry. Chasing them with curiosity I tripped over a poltergeist beaver dam destroying it. This critters death was more gruesome. Pissed off translucent animal trap bloodied faced beaver used tail and manuvered glowing logs into a pile of reconstruction. He communicated to me in sign language that he was damming up the flow of money filling the pockets of the mafia who built my dilapidated haunted shelter. My anxiety increased as I realized i was in the middle of a no win battle with the mob and the ethereal creek bed pose.