There is a noise in the attic that keeps me awake.

The damned thing just refuses to die!

Why did I think I could put an end to it after loosing the manuscript?

Why did I summon it to do something for which I had not the stomach?

Why didn't I make copies of the Binding Spell?

Dear God, let the chains stay tight. Let them not break. Let the world remain whole and sane.

It is far too late, for me.



Just a little something I wrote a while back. Lovecraft was playing around in my head. :evillaugh: :paranoid:



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