Immediately after I entered the house I felt it. A feeling I know all too well but hadn’t experienced in some time. I welcomed the warm embrace of adrenaline. I had missed it, the bubbling in my veins. Charged with paranormal energy, I let myself go for a moment, nearly lost in a flood of voltage pumped electricity. Beautifully coaxed nearly to submission, dominated by raw power and heightened emotion. Every hair on my head stood erect.
As I opened my eyes, I was looking up toward the imperial ceiling where a Godlike mural stared down upon me. If I didn’t know better, it was feeding from my fluid energy. The intensity calming with every passing second.
A whispered scent of caution traveled from my listening ears through the tiny fistula connecting real sound to the “other” hearing center inside my head, where nothing is ever truly heard, but sensed and felt.
Suddenly feeling cold, my head exploded in protest, flashing hazard lights and warning signs blinding me. I stepped further inside. Here I go.
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