The Nightmaretaker- The Man Possessed By The De... Review

When the man voiced the name with a hollowed throat the air in the corridor cooled like breath from an emptied lung. The name was incomplete — "De..." — and yet it was a fulcrum. It broke something open in Arthur’s mouth; when he repeated the syllable the building answered with a tremor like distant glass. He did not know if the man had forgotten the rest or if the omission was a deliberate cruelty, a reminder that words can be traps.