The earth yawned. Pavement cracked and buckled. Asphalt rippled under strange pressures. Trees hung by their roots like bunches of mistletoe. Houses and and stores with flickering lights slid into the widening maw that opened in the middle of Main St. and threatened to swallow the rest of the city.

Grinding, groaning noise distorted and overwhelmed the insignificant sounds of screams.

I could see it from the window in my cell. I could always see it from the window in my cell.

They called it a sanitorium, an asylum, a safehouse. In truth, it was a cell, and from my cell this cursed dream visits me nightly.

My name is Morris but everyone calls me Richter. Dr. Lindsay thinks I’m unstable but I alone hold the truth- I dream of the dark tomorrows that start with strange events and the loosening of reality.

Even as the walls shudder, I can hear the tremendous sounds from deep in the earth, growing louder with every breath.

Dreams, madness or reality- LET IT BEGIN!

“Kitcyuk, kitcyuk, malchia Pxn!”