Harbingers is the Night

Written by Miguel Santiago

Beneath the veneer of the familiar, the threshold of dread looms, a door adorned with the grim echoes of unspoken fears. Monsters, cruel cherubs of the nether, linger on its unseen side – each creaking hinge, a prologue to their grotesque anthology.

Cloaked in the cloak of nocturnal spectres, they twitch with sadistic delight, and shadows twist into harrowing silhouettes against the cold existence of the mortal realm. These prodigal phantoms return with each fall of dusk, haunting the corridors of the unconscious. Their sombre ballet paints horrors across the canvas of the mind.

They are born of ancient folklore and late-night whispers, taking tales as old as time. Their misformations are litanies of spiralling despair, a cavernous abyss that swallows the bravest of hearts. These tales are woven in the loom of a nightmare, each thread of terror spun from the deepest recess.

And yet, within the bowels of these fears dwells a flicker of resilience. For it is in the heart of the abyss the human spirit kindles its defiance, a beacon of resolve piercing the opaque dread. Against the parade of ghoulish nothings, a fortress of courage stands resolute, a relentless testament to the enduring human will.

The fearful whisperings are but echoes, gossamer strands woven by the vexing tapestry of the human psyche. Indeed, these are the chains of the mortal condition, for the dread that drives and devours also distils and purifies the…