Awaken The Dead
It's dark and raining outside. I can smell the dampened mold as I climb the stone stairwell. In a circular room at the top of the tower, there is only a large wooden table. On the table lies an old dusty book. Dancing shadows spring from the torches lining the slate gray walls. There is a single barred window cut from the stone.
As I walk towards the book, I hear something besides the rain coming from the window. Suddenly what appears to be the hands of a child, wrap around the bars from the outside. Though I can sense something is wrong, I am entranced by the warm pastel colors of the babys’ flesh. They are like that of a Michelangelo painting, so rich and deep. As I begin to walk towards them, I hear a childs laughter.
Suddenly a hideous beast springs it's head up into view, as the arms transform into grotesquely malformed limbs of black fur and bone. It's head is that of a gremlin, with eyes as deep as hell itself. Long black fingernails scrape along the stone as the beast rocks back and forth outside the window. It's evil laughter is powered by the screams of tortured souls from within its throat.
My hair flows from a long golden blonde to a dead silver before my eyes. I reach for my sword, but my flesh has transformed into that of an old man. Too weak to lift the weight of the blade, I try to turn but I realize my feet are held in place by force.
I look down to see my legs are entwined by gnarled roots, stemming from a swirling black hole beneath me.
The roots wrap around me further and begin to pull me lower into the stench of death. As the air begins to escape my lungs, I look above me to see the bottom of the gray stone floor again sealing the spot where I last stood.