“The creatures from this world. They’re dark. They craw around as shadows. Grabbing at your ankles. Thick, black smog, wrapping it’s breath. It’s heat around your legs. To pull you down and drag you; into the hideously dark abyss of the world. In which there lies all darkness; the absence of light. They’re monsters, that run rampage; chasing you like vicious ghosts. Angry, furious ghosts with intent to instill a terrifying fear. Galloping like beasts from the shadows of the Earth. Lunging their bodies forward; their knuckles and wrists; their knees and elbows. Tramping the ground. Bottling the light, and capturing your soul.”

-J.P. Trochez (prosa).