My night descended into madness. Upon reaching the upper floors of the lodge I felt dizzy, it seemed like the walls were flexing and breathing. The smell of the incense lead me, along with the party crowd, to a small study. I do not think I had ever been in the room before, that or my childhood memory has failed me.
An older gentleman in a robe stood before us. I felt a shiver down my spine as he pulled a dagger out of his robe and began to speak in an odd tongue. I felt so lightheaded, I can’t remember the specifics, but he pulled one of my fellow guests towards him and began to slowly plunge the dagger into their chest.
I immediately turned away fighting the urge to vomit. Why had this happened? What had I stumbled into? By the time I looked up the robed figure was spreading the blood of the guest over some runes drawn over the wall. I couldn’t believe my eyes as they began to glow.
Then the wall parted. I can’t describe what I saw on the other side. The next thing I remember is an insectile claw stretching in and grabbing another guest pulling them through the void screaming. Another came after the first and severed a second guest.
I had seen enough…I screamed and ran, the others staring after me. I bolted downstairs, ripping my robe off, leaving it on the porch as I heard screaming and alien chirping behind me.
I could only think of home. I ran. The town a blur around me. I fumbled the keys to my door. I jumped into the house, slamming the deadbolt into place.
I stared at the door, waiting.