| ---There are reasons why I hate the rain,
why I loathe that foul sky and its not because it's wet. Its that unnatural
darkness that still casts shadows, that inner feeling of dread, and that
sound, that satanic and sadistic sound.
---I arrived here by train, and decided
that a short walk to your place would do me good. The sky overhead quickly
became overcast, and I decided to cut through the loathsome, diabolical
labyrinth of dark, foreboding vistas of madness known as the foreigners
district.
---It was in that hated district that it
began to rain, and it soon began fall in torrents that few men have ever
seen. Quickening my pace, I saw things dart between those hateful shadows
of the rain. Misformed, blasphemous, inhuman conception of the human imagination
darted in those shadows, and could be glimpsed only through the corner
of the eye. It was then that I began to hear snarls coming from those maddening
alleyways, a snarl that no man or beast could make, a snarling that sent
tremors of terror up my spine.
Always followed by the hideous sound of claws on concrete.
---It was then that I heard the scream,
the scream of a fellow man being being filleted alive, a scream of such
terror that none but those damned in Hell have ever known. And that is
when I ran. Ran away from that ungodly scream.
---I have no memory of my flight from that
dark abyss known only as the foreigner's district, but when I came to I
was in the Hospital.
For the scream was my own
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