Sep
16
2009
Fourteen and One
Someone was breathing…
Somewhere in the dark someone was breathing. Rapid breaths, sharp against the otherwise silent cloak of darkness.
The darkness itself was palpable, seeming to flow like a liquid around objects in the alley. Over the trash strewn about the ground; around the overflowing dumpsters; through the hanging bars of fire escapes long unused; along this cursed corridor of the city. Vision in the nightmare blackness was like seeing the world through the oily smoke of burning corpses. Ink-like in its substance and foul beyond imagining. Something unnatural and not of this world. The darkness always came with It. Continue reading