i just needed to get this out, i haven’t touched it since it started, which was years ago, then rewritten into this part i could remember only recently…perhaps some day i will have the delusion to finish it. —– Shards of broken glass sparkled on the floor like luminescent stars in a midnight sky. Brownish red blood stains encrusted the walls and ceiling. The stench of decay flowed through the room. Tom knew what had happened the night before, and now he stood witness to the aftermath of those events. Utter desolation swept over his body as he realized his partner and best friend was no longer a member of this realm, and he could only hope that Patrick had found death rather than survival from the hellish nightmare they glimpsed merely hours before. Tom and Patrick had been journalists for a low class tabloid named “Incredulous” which was notorious for lackluster fables of paranormal happenings and discoveries. The money was good, however, and the experience would certainly be helpful in the future.