Ok, so i started writing a bit the other night, and rather than rambling on and on i decided to make a bit of a topic.
So the story starts out with a letter.
You can pretty much figure out where this is going. you are free to write whatever you want as long as it follows the previous stories.

So here it is, from here the story can go anywhere...but after that...who knows?



Dark faces shrouded in the night and riddles that lies unspoken...
I am afraid that i must leave you now my dear friend, things has become too complicated and i cannot deal with them anymore.
I cannot turn a corner, or a stone without seeing their eyes lurking in the shadows.
For the longest time I have kept you wandreing in the mist, not seeing what great aid you could have been, but alas, it is all to late now.
daggers and fangs will take their toll...body and soul, body and soul.


who wishes to continue? the pen and paper is yours

This is why I bid you farewell this gloomy night. I can only hope that along with me will these accursed voices be banished, these wisps that haunt me, even in my dreams... I have come to the point where there is no way back friend, I have crossed that unseen line into a realm belonging to something else, and now that something else has come to collect what's due.

With wishes that you fare better than I,
Your friend,
Piet W. Armata

The letter fell soundlessly to the floor.

Oh, wonderful. Just when I'm needed, he vanishes! And what does he mean 'other realm'?

For a moment I wonder if it is a suicide note. But Piet isn't the kind to commit suicide, is he?

Then I realise that however well you think you know someone, you never really do.

Whatever. He saved my life once and it now sounds as though he needs help. I have to do something. But what?

My mind races over the possibilities, the questions and the nightmares that could be. Its not like this was a simple world anymore, and a thousand times I wished it hadn't changed. The governments that brought on war, then chaos and now everything is held together by a strand of society. The wraiths and the jackals of humanity have long haunted our streets and god forbid that Piet would have dealing with them. It is a cruel world now, and the fittest survive. How many deals with the devil have I commited in my short lifetime, a hundred, a thousand?

They are all out there waiting for the unexpecting to drop their guard, but this seems not to be the answer. Piet is too smart to mix with the underworld, and they are not clever enough to catch him. A small pit forms where my stomach was as I dread what my heart seems to confirm. Perhaps instead of going lower, Piet has gone higher on the small ladder of this chaos that is called society, and if he has god protect him, and anybody he ever knew ... including me.

For hours i walked around the small appartment that I and Piet used to share, it suddenly came to my mind that Piet had allways been so secretive about his bedroom.
I had allways taken it as usuall paranoia, which is normal in these days since the gouverment has eyes and ears everywhere...but now, after that strange letter it seemed that it was only right of me to search the room for any clues regarding Piet's sudden leave.
As I entered the room I saw two ghastly eyes staring at me from the window...I froze with terror

My heart missed a beat until I realised that they were my eyes. Piet had replaced all the glass with mirrors. Why had he done that? Was it to stop people looking in or, and thinking of his letter made my more uneasy than ever, was he afraid to see what was outside?

And why did I look so frightened? I didn't feel frightened - did I? I looked like something out of a horror comic. It was the effect of that creepy letter.

Maybe there was a clue in the room. But something drew me to the windows I could not see through. Would I have been so foolish had Piet told me the whole truth? I unlatched one and pushed it open.

For a moment, it was as if the veins of father Time himself froze at the countenance that faced me. Just for that moment, gone as fast as the blink of an eye, I thought I saw before me a dark visage. A specter of a form, an inkling of a vision of something that was not nor would ever be human. And it looked like Piet.

Literally gone as fast as the blink of an eye, it took only that single blink for the visage to be gone - replaced by a dark pit of black ink that revealed nothing - vanished like smoke in the wind.

Shaken, I backed away from the window, breathing in ragged gasps and clutching my heart. Trembling, I stumbled forward and shut the window, effectively blocking out the madness that could only have been born of my own mind's fears. I began taking even breaths, measured exercizes for gaining control of my emotions - I would be of no help to a friend in need by fueling my superstitious imaginations. This was a time for logic.

A strangely sickeningly sweed odor that I hadn't noticed before was teasing my sense of smell, just at the edge of notice - reaching to my nose like a wisp of smoke stretching to reach my senses, begging to be identified - and yet not quite breaching the gap.

A sight calmer, with a last troubled look back at the mirrored window staring back at me with its equally troubled gaze, I set out to investigate.

The sweet odor came from one of Piets closets, I reached for the knob and gave it a gentle turn.
As the closet door opend, my eyes could not help but to stare at the items inside...the sweet odor had turned into the morbid smell of death.
I fell to the floor...

It felt like years had passed since i had read Piet's letter, but after a quick look at my clock i realized that only a few hours had passed, I cried, What i had witnessed in Piet's closet was just too much for me to handle.

It is quite unexplainable really, that feeling you get when you suddenly realize that you have been living with a lie.
I needed a walk, and a long one at that, I needed time to think!
I decided to use the stairs instead of the elevator, i don't know why but i had a gut feeling about something going wrong...maybe it was because it was too silent in the halls, or maybe it was because the lights flickerd so badly, i really didn't know.
But I could never have been prepared for the sight that met me when i exited the appartment complex...

The so-called 'garden' had never been much, more a rank weed bed through which a few neglected roses struggled to reach the light. But now it was a riot of coloured - somethings. I hesitate to call them flowers they were so big, so garish. They seemed like strange leering faces. They stank too, a sweet cloying odour that could not quite mask a sense that the true smell was of decaying flesh.

They were moving. The tendrils stretching and exploring like a baby's fingers. I felt one touch my shoe and cried out in alarm.

Then there was nothing. The scrubby yard was as it had ever been. What was I seeing? Was it an hallucination? Or had I just caught a glimpse of reality? Was I living in an illusion? Is that what Piet had meant by his letter?

I put my hand down to feel the grass.

Whoops, sorry for neglecting the story, i've just had alot of things on my hands latley .

And now for the story (i edited it a bit):



The wet green grass flowed between my fingers, i felt relaxed, and i decided to sit down.
Suddenly I remebered that i had an old pack of cigarettes in my one of my pockets.
There was one cigarette left in the pack, a single lucky strike, it was as if i wanted it badly, just to calm down a bit.

-Well, here's for luck!

It had been a long time since I had last touched a cigarette...years in fact, I lighted the cigarette up, it was like i had a third eye in the dark.
As I blew out the smoke I saw a lonely women carrying her baby.
I walked calmy against her, I wanted to ask her if she had seen someone fitting Piet's description.
It's hard to explain what i saw next, but the closest thing fitting her description was those pictures i had seen in church when i was young, The virgin mother.
I took a quick look at her baby, blood streamed down it's forehead, it lasted only for a second, suddenly they both looked completley normal.

She asked my quietly why i looked so frightened, and i explained it all to her...it was delightfull to tell someone.
She looked me straight into the eyes, studied me for a moment and then took my hand.
Minutes later i was sitting in her apartment drinking a good cup of coffiee.
We talked for a while, i guess she was one of those persons that you feel that you can tell everything to, but there was something else too, her eyes.

I found myself lost in those eyes, they were like a thosand suns warming me up inside.
But it was getting late, I politely thanked her for the coffiee and was about to leave when she gave me her phone number, a gentle smile from the both of us followed, I thanked her again and left.

But that smile on my face was all tooq quickly washed away when I entered my own appartment, it was like i had entered hell itself, my walls had turned into flesh, blood streaming down them, the floor was solid bone and the windows were nothing than a dark abyss.

The vision, though it only lasted an instant was burning in my mind. What were all these visions of seemingly hell on earth, was something from an outer realm playing tricks on my mind? Where does Piet fit in? Just what the hell is happening to me?
While pondering these questions the frightening image let up in my mind again, it was as clear as if it was a photograph, then something about it struck me. In the image i spotted Piet's letter lying on the floor, only there where now flaming red symbols covering the letter i did not understand. In my mind i saw it burst into flames and burn a hole in the rug, dissapearing into the floor.
The image was gone again. I went to the rug and lifted it. On the wooden floor under it was carved a symbol, one i recognised from the vision, one that appeared on Piet's letter. I knocked on it in fury of what was going on; it sounded as if there was a hollow space beneath it. I checked the rest of floor where the sound was not present. There is a hole there! Examing it closer i found seems in the floor that should not be there. I took my crowbar from the storage room, and tried to see if i could open it up.