Ineffective.
There is no way I could stay here tonight. With the wind and the noise and the darkness coming through the cracks in the walls. Walking around the old hotel with dead things beneath the floor.
What was it? Some concealed hell inside that house. Running back to bondage, anxious for chains and for restraints, anxious for diabolic manifestations.
When did things begin to change? What was happening? How did it begin? These are troubled, unsettling questions with no answer except silence in the dark. No one will speak. People disappeared. We still don’t know.
I went downstairs and saw the blood on the floor. I saw the basement door blown open. Hell, I don’t know what I saw. I don’t know why these things must be done, why these rules must be observed. We have rules don’t we?
Don’t be absurd.
A severe malfunction here. Someone, something stirring up trouble in the safest of places.
People shouting. People screaming.
