The atmosphere is heavy. There’s something in here with you. You can’t see it, but it can see you. Something that lurks just out of your peripheral vision. Unexplained visions, unfortunate coincidences. A shadowy figure that places a cold, weighted hand upon your shoulder at the most inopportune times. It’s with you, always. It’s a part of you. The specter waits until you are alone to fill you with dread. You didn’t ask for this burden to be placed upon you—you didn’t ask for this curse. It was inflicted upon you. A thick, black ooze begins to spill over you, slowly suffocating the parts of you that you know are real. But are they? Your esophagus narrows with panic. Your body tries to emit a scream, but he’s taken that from you too. Right now, you’re trapped. The specter knows this. You accept your fate, and your body grows limp as you sink into the pit of his quicksand. In the darkness, he grins, showing all his teeth. A low groan builds into a cackle. It’s endless, rattling the room, echoing through your ribcage.
Suddenly, the cacophony stops. The specter has had his fill of your fear. A hand reaches out to pull you back up from the depths of your nightmare. You catch your breath, and wait for him to come back. Because he will come back. He always does.
“Indelible in the hippocampus is the laughter…“
Be sure to listen to Halloween 2018 Part I: Reality.
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