A thunderbolt cracked outside, and my chill deepened, a cold sweat across my brow. Thunder rumbled through the rafters of the old house from the impending storm as I moved closer to my destination.

Outside, the wind howled, and tree branches scraped against the windowpanes, eerily creaking out what sounded like some horrific arcane language — urging me to execute my machinations.

Before long, I stood before the basement door. I grasped the unpolished brass doorknob and turned, its forsaken innards grinding into action. I swung the door open, and there I stood — at the top of a stairway leading down into the Stygian darkness.

A wolf cried out in the distance as I made my way down the stairs, the nails of each step creaking under my weight.

The air, musty and damp, stuck to my lungs the way moss clings to an ancient tree. Cobwebs hanging from the floor joists above my head wafted on the freshly disturbed air. My eyes fully dilated, I saw the ethereal blue glow coming from the corner of the room.

With the voices of the demons of my nightmares still echoing in my mind, I reached toward the light, and with sweating palms tapped out these words upon the keyboard…

BY WAKING, I DELETE THE BASTARDS