THE W.E.I.R.D Waking Evil Invoking Realistic Dreams

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Chapter 3: The Dream Pilot

Gnashing, biting..... Feral jaws.....

Ripping, shredding..... Raking claws.....

Happy place? No such space.....

Evil ever quicker to change its face.....


..... The train, it is slowing..... why is the train slowing?

The tunnel..... something- unnatural bound to the entry..... Of shadows raised and of darkness berthed.....

This, it does not reckon willfully to the common sensibilities.....

I have breached the zone of the disruption..... the instability that has reached out for me..... This instability, this disruption; it is the worst I have ever sensed.....

There is an evil that has been unleashed upon this zone- upon this place..... It is no phantasm manifest of living dreams or even of waking poltergeists.....

It is a demon of sorts, but not just such as being a nonhuman entity..... It is old, and a great adversary to all that is natural; if not all that is holy that should walk in the light.....

I raise a blockade..... multiple voices gibbering, their to most incoherent- demonic residual chatter; invading my mental focus.....

One psychic brick at a time, my mental wall is laid and the chattering slowly ceases.....

I fear this problem may be greater than my talents alone.....

Unfortunately, I am all there is for this zone of- unnatural protection.....

I am the only pilot of dream flying and of nightmare landing near enough to reckon with the threat that has risen.....

Worse yet, I can sense something that disturbs me greater still.....

This threat..... this demon..... this evil.....

It is expanding its supernatural zone of dominion's influence.....

It is gaining power.....

Ancient of manufacture.....

Blessed by priests of many religions centuries old.....

My talisman- my dreamcatcher..... one thread has broken, and my own personal barriers are prone to continual attempts at invasion.....

I only pray that my psychic defenses are up to the challenge.....

This evil, this demonic unnatural thing..... this weird manifest evil, it will see me to my own personal end-of-days.....

I awaken.....

Dreams of night's terrors wrought by the thing's influence slowly fade.....

The tunnel manifest of rowed serrated oversized gnashing teeth raking at the train was now silenced.....

I now know what evil I will soon face.....

It is no mere nightmare, and it is no known demon of nonhuman residual or intelligent influences.....

it is a supernatural unnatural thing.....

It is indeed a W.E.I.R.D..... part elemental, part demon, and part shadow.....

This W.E.I.R.D, only one other pilot to my knowledge has ever dealt with something so similarly sinister.....

My mother..... God rest her soul.....

She died from fright in battling one so many years ago.....

One such threat that was her fate in exiting life's continual human existence, it is now to be my personal vendetta.....

It is to be my hunter's quarry.....

It is to be my nemesis.....




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