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For some time -- days, perhaps -- Roderick had been able to percieve a faint ringing in his ear.
It began as a steady, continuous, untiring noise, as if someone had tapped a crystal glass with a fragment of silver.
Over the course of about a day, it became a more fleeting, deeper sound. It came in increments, Roderick counted, of five.
In his sleep, ( Read more... ) -
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Roderick's room is empty, dark, lifeless --
Is this how it was?
-- lifeless, save for the scarcely audible noises coming from within his closet.
Is this what Madeline felt?
Heavy, shallow, frightened breaths; faint, faint scratching.
No, no, too much room, too much heat --
The closet door swings open and his body crashes downward, landing in a heap on ( Read more... ) -
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Five long days it has been since last I saw the light of day. Water intake has been scarce and food intake nonexistent.
I have come to the conclusion that Hell is not a firey abyss of agony and torture, but a personalized catacomb of suffering in which each man must face his own worst fears for an eternity, haunted every hour on the hour of every ( Read more... ) -
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It is not strange or abnormal, by any stretch of the imagination, that Roderick once again finds himself bewitched with the most horrifying of nightmares, unyielding terrors that leave him reeling wildly against the walls of his own room, groaning in desperation for solace in any form but receiving none.
It is on this particular night, however, this ( Read more... ) -
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Sleep, once again, has failed to claim Roderick.
He lay awake atop the sheets of his bed, motionless as his dark eyes scan the scarcely illuminated room. A single candle sits on his nightstand, flame as motionless as the body next to it. No dancing shadows are cast on the walls, and no light is able to permeate the dark-as-night-herself drapes ( Read more... ) -
[milliways_bar] Pre-Milliways.
[ooc: Full text of the story can be found here.]
... As if in the superhuman energy of his utterance there had been found the potency of a spell -- the huge antique panels to which the speaker pointed, threw slowly back, upon the instant, their ponderous and ebony jaws. It was the work of the rushing gust -- but then without those doors there DID ( Read more... )