I
was driving in my truck late one snowy night. I was chasing ghosts
and dreams that I believed and hoped were real. You would have called
me crazy, but it didn't seem there was anything else to do. I was
close. I had been on their track, at their heels for some time now. I
rose over a snowy hill and for a moment my headlights flashed over
wooden cottage hidden in the dark, and when I saw it I had this funny
feeling about it. There is this feeling I get sometimes, like
something is whispering. I steered my truck towards the structure,
but after a few yards my tires were spinning in the heavy snow banks.
I turned off my truck and pulled on my coat and went out into the
blizzard. As I walked toward the cottage I started to realize how
haunting it was. I tell you most would have turned back, and it
wasn't like I wasn't any less terrified. It was just that my intense
intrigue outweighed my fear. I came to the door, and pulled on the
handle. It was locked. I was afraid that my journey had come to an
end, but then suddenly the window opened by itself. I took it as an
invitation and I climbed though into the home. A house is a building.
A home is where someone lives. I knew already that this was a home.
It was dark inside, but it was very warm compared to the blizzard
outside. I was in a living room that was completely empty. I suddenly
had a strong urge to walk into the dinning room. It was dimly lit
from an unknown light source. There were three pictures on the wall.
Three smiling faces. I heard a whisper rise from beneath my feet and
that's when I became aware of a stairway to my left. I knew I was
supposed to go down, but I was afraid. I made myself walk down the
stairs into a foggy concrete chamber. I ventured through several
rooms until I suddenly realized that what was behind me was changing.
I turned around to try to retrace my steps, but I was lost. I was at
their mercy. There was a long sequence of smaller and smaller rooms
and then a very long hallway that had a row of symbols that ran down
either side. I saw a very dim green glow ahead. When I entered into
the room at the end I knew I had reached the thrown room. It was
glowing from behind me. I slowly turned to see a spirit that was
hovering. It the appearance of a human face with wings of an owl. The
eyes were like starlight. The walls of the room slowly rolled away,
and I gasped as I saw hundreds thousands surely tens of thousands of
such eyes looking at me. And that's when I knew that we are not
alone.
