Remember when I wrote a few weeks ago that The God of Hallways is dead? Guess what?
He’s back.
Last night was testament to his return. I dreamt of a night-terror that is typically of his doing. Of course, I wrote it down here on my blog titled Night Echo. As with all dreams induced by the mad lord of the corridors, it was vivid and full of everything I fear. I thought I was berid of the monster but I suppose it takes more than one blow to put to rest the beast of the halls. Though this means I have many things to write again, I confess his ‘return’ would not be so good for my physical health.
The daymares and the night-terrors. The vivid illusions that transcend beyond the walls of the hallways…I’ve had my fill of it. Now that I have work again and I am immersed in it, the deity’s return would surely spell my untimely demise.
The days are so cold. If only you knew how cold it is to be in his presence; when you find yourself alone in the midst of company, when the whispers of from the halls seem to outnumber the voices you would hear. If I may seem collected and calm, it is only a facade to quell the truth.
I am afraid. Always afraid. The power that comes with it isn’t worth.
I want this nightmare to end. Please.
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