The Darkness laughed then, threw back its sham head and laughed. Dave’s features crumbled away; the very scenes surrounding them vanished. Brian found himself left in a void of absolute nothingness, yet he couldn’t escape the laughter. It grew in volume, deafening. His bones trembled to the resonance.

“So be it, little fool!” the Darkness thundered. “Come to Me, if you are able. I will tear your soul to shreds and scatter them throughout infinity! You will suffer agony unending! You will suffer as nothing living has ever suffered! Come to Me, pawn of the Light, and know My power!”

Brian felt his sanity weakening again under the psychic onslaught. He knew that the human mind was not fashioned to withstand such an encounter. Also he knew that, should his sanity break, then he would be lost forever in this nightmarish state, and the world would be lost along with him. He called on everything within himself, anything on which he could cling. Memories. He recited a song, a poem, a prayer. He spelled his name, forward and backward. He clutched the little medicine bag around his neck. After what could have been an eternity, he felt the attack subsiding. He had survived.

“That the best you got?” Brian shouted into the void. He felt his strength returning. “That the best you can do?!” Then he found himself alone no longer.

By TheCheezman

WAYNE MILLER is the owner and creative director of EVIL CHEEZ PRODUCTIONS, specializing in theatrical performances and haunted attractions. He has written, produced, and directed (and occasionally acted in) over two dozen plays, most of them in the Horror and True Crime genres. He obtained a doctorate in Occult Studies from Miskatonic University and is an active paranormal investigator. Is frequently told he resembles Anton Lavey. And Ming the Merciless.

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