"Sleep. Oh, those little slices of death. How I loath them." -- William Shakespeare
"There's something spooky about this place," he heard himself say. "I've been here before, only not today."
His eyes took in the scenery about him, the hollow sound of emptiness filling the void around his body, his thoughts. Inside he wanted to run, to fly, to scream. But he lay frozen, gazing up at the void above where he knew nothing could ever survive in such a lonely place. His mind continued its screaming while his body kept its silent vigil, his eyes closed, yet anchored to the blackness above.
"How did I get here?" he whispered. "What is this place?"
No answer came but the muted sound of a distant door closing to some forgotten life, and a small trickling of voices that were there then not. And in the silence he watched the colored windows pulse with a brittle light that couldn't quite reach his face.
"Shall I pray?" he whispered to nothing.
Coming soon to a nightmare near you!
"There's something spooky about this place," he heard himself say. "I've been here before, only not today."
His eyes took in the scenery about him, the hollow sound of emptiness filling the void around his body, his thoughts. Inside he wanted to run, to fly, to scream. But he lay frozen, gazing up at the void above where he knew nothing could ever survive in such a lonely place. His mind continued its screaming while his body kept its silent vigil, his eyes closed, yet anchored to the blackness above.
"How did I get here?" he whispered. "What is this place?"
No answer came but the muted sound of a distant door closing to some forgotten life, and a small trickling of voices that were there then not. And in the silence he watched the colored windows pulse with a brittle light that couldn't quite reach his face.
"Shall I pray?" he whispered to nothing.
Coming soon to a nightmare near you!
Design by Tela Noctu "Aspectus" Copyright © 2005 The Corridors All Rights Reserved.