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hillhouse2021-06-06 07:02 pm
evilwithin) wrote in hillhouse2021-06-06 07:02 pm
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MIDNIGHT
[You know you were walking, though you thought it was a dream. Deep into the woods, armed with a flashlight, the fog grows deeper, deeper, and with it, your sense of reality, and of self, blurs.
Leaves crunch. Gravel rolls beneath your heels. An iron gate is pushed open on rusted, protesting hinges. Somewhere along the way, other footsteps joined yours, the cadence too in sync to be natural. All at once you stop, standing, dazed. The fog around you has disappeared, but your head remains clouded.
That's when a clock begins to chime. With each bellowing note, your head starts to clear, your body regaining warmth. When the twelfth, and final, tone has faded, you have full control over your faculties once more. If only you knew why you were here, or where this was, or how you even got to this place.
The house is quiet, but you have the distinct sense that it is simply biding it's time, for now.]
Leaves crunch. Gravel rolls beneath your heels. An iron gate is pushed open on rusted, protesting hinges. Somewhere along the way, other footsteps joined yours, the cadence too in sync to be natural. All at once you stop, standing, dazed. The fog around you has disappeared, but your head remains clouded.
That's when a clock begins to chime. With each bellowing note, your head starts to clear, your body regaining warmth. When the twelfth, and final, tone has faded, you have full control over your faculties once more. If only you knew why you were here, or where this was, or how you even got to this place.
The house is quiet, but you have the distinct sense that it is simply biding it's time, for now.]