Portal of Wraiths
I paused on the landing of the wooden Victorian staircase, pondering whether to pick my
way back up the portal between the worlds of the living and the dead. In my previous
ascension, I found myself frequently looking over my shoulder sensing a demon bent on
crossover from its imprisonment using my body as a vessel. I swallowed my fear, found my
resolve, and cautiously stepped onto the first of the rickety steps. My heart beat once, in
what seemed like forever, every drop of blood being squeezed through at once. I strained
my ears to listen for the echoed step of my invisible intruder. I was greeted only with a
silence so thick if felt as if it were a substance pushing me back to the safety of the realm in
which I was meant to reside. I would not relinquish my resolve however, so I continued on
with my suicidal mission to the pinnacle of the never ending staircase. Again I stepped
forward and again my heart welcomed to entire contents of my body into its chambers in a
singe pump. I waned, waiting for the echo of the creaking wood, made so over a lifetime of
abuse from the decaying buildings wraith like residence. My ears detected eternal
nothingness.
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