The Sudden Death of Mr. R. J. Kestler

One blimey day, as the fanciful doppelganger magnate R.J. Kestler walked home from his job micromanaging the numerous doppelgangers of him and his close friends and relatives, he was torn asunder (emotionally) by the sight of several identical dogs marching in lockstep from the newly installed Black Iron Dog Kennel. The dogs were driven by a frothy woman in several human hair coats, who wielded a well-concealed hipster. As they marched, they sang cadences to stay in step with each other. These cadences were all inspired by the works of well known Fascist poet T. S. Alexis.
Mr. Kestler recognized the inspiration of these cadences immediately, as he was responsible for the administration T.S. Alexis. The reason for this is simple. T.S. Alexis is the doppelganger of T.S. Elliot, whose poems about cats inspired the Broadway musical Cats. Mr. Kestler continued home, slept calmly through the night, and returned to work in the morning. He had forgotten the incident entirely by the time he arrived there.
That night, he walked home again by the same route, and saw a much greater number of dogs this time. The increase in their numbers could be explained by the mere accumulation of dogs in a kennel, not overnight. Astute Mr. Kestler noticed this curiosity, and decided to take a trip by the Black Iron Dog Kennel.
The Kennel had been built on a location many considered haunted. The history of the location was certainly a suspicious one, and many urban legends had arisen about it over the ages. In actual fact, the location was originally the site of the consecration of the town during pagan times. This consecration had been performed with the sacrifice of a number of animals, and, more importantly, many of hostages taken from nearby tribes. After the consecration, the pagans' shrine was built on the spot.
Of course, when the town was Christianized, the crusaders, in their usual cruel manner, herded all the pagans who refused to recant their beliefs into the shrine and locked them in it. They then lit the shrine on fire. As shrieking townspeople rushed to the shrine to attempt to save their loved ones, they were slaughtered by the crusaders. After this had been done, and all the surviving townspeople had fled to the forest, the crusaders discovered the town's store of wine. They became incredibly intoxicated, (This is where legend comes into the story, and the proceeding events were long thought to be exceedingly unlikely by snooty intellectuals until the recent disturbing occurrences.) and fell into an extremely long and deep sleep.
During this time, the bodies in the shrine were picked at and decomposed by various creatures, until a rabble-rousing witchdoctor came to town to hawk his wares. Seeing the massacre that had occurred in the town, the witchdoctor, a sly con man, saw his chance to make some money.
He intended to cast a spell on the crusaders and ransom them back to the church. He intended to use the souls of the dead pagans to power and seal his spell. However, the spirits were hostile to his intentions, and he was not powerful enough to control them. They turned his spell into an entirely different one, locking the crusaders and the witchdoctor into a self-contained Hell, in which time had frozen and space had become reduced to the area of the shrine.
Mr. Kestler had heard this story and many variations of it, but had also discounted them. He was a strict pragmatic realist. That is, he refused to believe in anything unless he saw it or he could gain an advantage from it. Therefore, he had no trouble believing what he saw at the site of the Black Iron Dog Kennel.