by Kevin Lamb

Created on: July 10, 2009   Last Updated: July 24, 2009

I'm writing this letter anonymously because I'm currently working under cover for the government. For the last 20 yrs my identity is very seldom seen to the public. What started my so called physical disappearance all began in the early 1980's because of my brother's great invention.

As a child I was always trying to hang out with my big brother. Tom (as I'll call him) was always the mad scientist. He loved watching Dr. Frankenstein as he used electricity along with spare parts to bring back to life something that had already passed away.

Tom also loved watching Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. It must have been something to do with the lab or the potions, whatever it was Tom was a genius. In his early teens he developed a chemical which would instantly kill cockroaches. Then he developed a time release chemical which would wipe out the entire colony and deter any roaches in the future from returning.

He then went on to develop a chemical which he put in my dad's cigarettes that made a cigarette burn five times longer; it was also smokeless. Tom then went to work of course for the local chemical plant and everything literally disappeared out the door.

Tom's unknown rise to fame came from his most radical invention yet; invisibility. It first began a year after Tom started working at the chemical plant. He began messing around with chemicals and rats on a project which would minimize the rats to the size of a dime.

At first it seemed to be working but the rats just simply disappeared. His goal was the idea of inventing teleportation; who knows maybe he did the rats never came back. At first Tom thought he had lost the rats but then he realized he still had them when he caught one which was invisible.

Now, the next step was to use another species. But what could he choose? Finally, he decided to lower the dosage and experiment on old lady Pratts bulldog; the real mean one. The chemicals were marinated into a steak and fed to the dog.

We sat back and watched the dog as he ate the steak and took a nap on his chain. After ten minutes we began to walk in the dark towards the chain lying on the ground. Nearing the chain it lashed up towards our faces as fierce growling and barking sounds penetrated throughout the stillness of the night. We laughed our heads off at the dancing chain but never got any closer.

That potion lasted for eight hours on the dog. Now, Tom was starting to really fine tune his invisibility. A week later Tom said it

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