Your rest has been vexed of late…

Nightmares. An endless stone castle, misty black corridors winding through the dark. Voices heard, but not understood, always carrying the feeling of malice. The sense that something is always just behind you; behind a door, around a corner, beneath the floor, and it’s following you, hunting you.

You find yourself climbing down a twisted staircase, uneven slick stone steps threatening to throw you into the yawning darkness below. The moment that thought crosses your mind, you slip, and plunge headlong over sharp edges and unyielding walls.

In the darkness, ghostly pale images of marble tombs in the catacombs fade in and out of your vision and you find yourself standing before a prison cell. You can feel presences looming behind you, evil and malevolent, as you watch the hunched form of a man rise up from the floor. He straightens himself, standing like a great Lord of Old, and turns to face you. You are unable to recall the features of his face, but his eyes! Burning, soulless eyes flaring with hunger and wrath, they pierce your very soul and transfix your body. Helplessly you watch as he bends the blackened iron bars holding him back, and then his cold, lifeless hands are upon you…

… but it’s only a dream, isn’t it?