Post by Calyx Abendroth on Jun 28, 2008 20:53:37 GMT -5
For Calyx, the night had been one of torment. So much so, that the young man had left his office and sought comfort in the staff lounge. The place was foreign to him and unfamiliar. But the feverish nightmare, which had woken him from his sleep, still clawed his memory. The lounge provided a respite, however unfamiliar as it was. When Cal entered the room it was empty. A sigh of relief escaped and his rigid posture relaxed. The absence of company at the moment was welcomed. The man sank down into the plushy comfort of a large setee and he laid back his head. Calyx stared at the room's ceiling. His arms were stretched out across the back of the setee, and his eyes were unfocused.
The pitch black night rolled in like a thick fog. Calyx had been reading by lamplight near the window. A new collection of poetry, which had been purchased in a small book shop just outside of London. He'd been too absorbed to hear the click of the lock, and hadn't time to react when he was overtaken by a cloaked figure. The eyes gleemed an yellowish color, a color that bespoke of the evilness its owner was consumed by...
Calyx jerked awake, the sweat trickled down his forehead. He felt shaken and tense. It had just been a dream. "I must of closed my eyes for a second." he told himself. He was curled still on the setee in the lounge. For a moment he couldn't think of how he'd gotten here. Then like a levy that breaks, the nightmare came rushing back. He'd been bent over his desk, updating some logs on which sections of the castle had last been cleaned. Cal had been tired and had drifted to sleep, much like what had just occured. It had been that nightmare that had brought him awake, and cause his heart to race at such a speed. His office was pitch black, as the candles he'd lit had died. Cal needed a change of scenery, which was why he'd sought out the lounge.
But it was evident that he wouldn't be able to escaped his nightmare. Every night he was plagued with the same dream. Over and over, night after night. He was re-living his ordeal all over again. The mere recollection almost undid him. He had to get a grip. It was then that he felt another presence in the room. For an awful moment, fear had completely paralyzed Calyx. They had found him, and they were out to seek their revenge...
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The pitch black night rolled in like a thick fog. Calyx had been reading by lamplight near the window. A new collection of poetry, which had been purchased in a small book shop just outside of London. He'd been too absorbed to hear the click of the lock, and hadn't time to react when he was overtaken by a cloaked figure. The eyes gleemed an yellowish color, a color that bespoke of the evilness its owner was consumed by...
Calyx jerked awake, the sweat trickled down his forehead. He felt shaken and tense. It had just been a dream. "I must of closed my eyes for a second." he told himself. He was curled still on the setee in the lounge. For a moment he couldn't think of how he'd gotten here. Then like a levy that breaks, the nightmare came rushing back. He'd been bent over his desk, updating some logs on which sections of the castle had last been cleaned. Cal had been tired and had drifted to sleep, much like what had just occured. It had been that nightmare that had brought him awake, and cause his heart to race at such a speed. His office was pitch black, as the candles he'd lit had died. Cal needed a change of scenery, which was why he'd sought out the lounge.
But it was evident that he wouldn't be able to escaped his nightmare. Every night he was plagued with the same dream. Over and over, night after night. He was re-living his ordeal all over again. The mere recollection almost undid him. He had to get a grip. It was then that he felt another presence in the room. For an awful moment, fear had completely paralyzed Calyx. They had found him, and they were out to seek their revenge...
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