Thunder sounded. A bright light was fulminating and disappearing, bringing with it a strident clap. Scared, the man looked around the room in panic. On a white wall was fastened an ornamented mirror. In the corner was standing a made bed. Next to the small wooden doors was an enormous decorative wardrobe. The man heard the thunder again. Terrified, he spun around rapidly. He turned his gaze towards the not very large two-winged window. The branches were tapping against it, nearly breaking in the strong wind. He looked again at the door. He approached it.
He slowly reached his hand to the coppered doorknob and then he turned it. He left it ajar. The door creaked quietly. The man carefully looked out into the corridor. On his right was another row of rooms, which were almost closed. His sight could not pierce through the cavernous darkness, which did not allow him to see the end. In front of him was a snow-white wall. The man peered out more, because the ajar doors were obscuring his view. On his left side was a long corridor. There were no rooms there.
Suddenly the lightning fulminated, lighting a considerable part of the corridor, particularly on the left. On the wall were enormous windows, through which the beams of light easily got in. The man stopped and started to ponder. He did not know this place, but he wanted to. He had been rudely awoken in this room by the roaring thunder. Only this was keeping him from sleeping. Half awake, he began to wonder; What had he been dreaming about? The man tried to remind himself, but it turned out that it was extremely difficult. He did not remember, but he knew that it was something important. Then he tried to stir his memory. Suddenly the terror stronger than before overwhelmed him. He did not remember anything, not even his own name.
Slowly, with hesitation, he crossed the threshold, carefully closing the door behind him. The noise reverberated in the corridor, carried by the echo. The man slowly stepped left. In a flash of lightning, he was in the middle of the light zone.
From the darkness emerged something strange./ Something strange came running from the shadows. It was a black silhouette thrown on the wall without any owner, which emerged behind the back of the man’s shadow. The glow of the lightning disappeared, but a few seconds later the corridor was lit again. The ownerless shadow lunged towards the man’s shadow, attacking it from behind. The creature bit it on the neck. The prey dropped down, not making even the quietest scream. The light disappeared, plunging the corridor into darkness once more, but those few moments were enough.
The silhouette got off the wall and materialised in its full form. It looked like a human, but it had some qualities which differentiated it from that species. The creature, black as gloom, had hands with strong claws extending out and ears resembling those of a bat, two pairs of yellow, glowing eyes with cat-like pupils; one small, where the bridge of the nose should have been, the second with one mirrored on each side of the head and the fifth, the largest one, placed in the middle of the forehead. All eyes were gazing on the floor, where the unsuspecting man was now lying. He had not seen the danger coming. The creature leaned across him, looking at him curiously. In bird-like fashion, it cocked its head sidewards, as if pondering its next move, which went unseen in the depths of the darkened corridor. It opened its maw to such an extent that the long spike protruding from the chin reached/touched its chest. The creature sunk its black, bone-like teeth into the body of the man.
In this way the feast began. The thunder reverberated. On the floor was dribbling fresh blood. From eight remained seven.
