Mewls and wraiths.
The mystery was now an enveloped grasp upon my soul; the gentle rain had raised a fog so thick, so dense that I could no longer see beyond the reach of my arm. An Aeolian sound convinced me to walk slowly east, though I hesitantly stepped forward. T’were like walking blindly into the abyss without really knowing what I was walking into—the rains however seemed as stagnant as the pool of water that gathered at the side of the building—it’s menacing size only meant that more of those blood sucking creatures would pollute the air.
The mewl of a cat was just ahead of me. It sounded as a pule really, a damned distinct one that interrupted the flow of silence that flirted with the Aeolian whistles.
“I am with you” whispered an unembodied voice just after the repeated puling. That thickness felt as heavy as chains upon my chest while I struggled to see. “Follow the cat, and I will be there waiting”—the raspy, thick-toned voice continued—“your bereavement is deep enough.”
A cracking of nearby branches convinced me to stand completely still; in no way should I now succumb to the unseen being that has attached itself to me. The foul presence was vulgar, and dissatisfying to my senses, I wished it away nevertheless, and reviewed the words within my mind though I couldn’t force my lips to speak it.
A shimmering film of tears then blinded me even further as the lump in my throat had grown. Suddenly, I was unable to exhale and discovered the sensation of vertigo overcome me like a wave of darkness blanketing the sun. My heart’s drumming echoed in my struggled hearing—I crouched down and wrapped my arms around my knees and forced my focus on a tiny recess in the fogged wall.
There was a scintilla of light, and though it was merely a pin point; it was enough to fight myself from the sensation of temporary catatonia.
