An excerpt from the Path Into Darkness:
In the morning, Mark woke up and couldn’t remember what, if anything, his dreams had been about. He got out of the bed, took his pills, and got in the shower.
Afterwards, he made his breakfast. He grabbed the newspaper from in front of his door and [...]
Mark straightened himself, looking at the blank masonry wall. He was standing in a building sub-entrance, where garbage cans were stored to his right. Brow furrowed, he tried to figure out what was going on.
The interior of the store was cluttered with rows of shelving, containing books, curios, and wood carvings. Past these were a handful of bins, with bolts of cloth; the colors of which varied from deep purples to slightly off-white. Like the previous store, this one was also empty of customers; probably due [...]
The dreams had come back every night for the last week, leaving Mark harried and tired from the lack of sleep. The man spoke every time, repeating the same words; although it seemed as if the man was growing impatient and frustrated at Mark’s continued inability to understand him. There was a scowl on the [...]
Spiders skittered around the periphery of his vision. Everything was shrouded in deep shadow; all he could see and hear were the spiders. There were hundreds of them, maybe thousands–crawling over him, on his face, through his hair. He felt the prickling of their steps as they weaved their way over his [...]
