The rooms in this house were large, high chambers and they were all dark
and decrepit. There were time sequences of dark and light, and the dark
ones were the dangerous ones. Something demonic came then, and we all
had to be locked away in some room out of its path, in relative safety,
when twilight began. It never worked, though, and we were picked off by
one or more each time. People were just too slow and never listened. The
dark didn't come in regular intervals, but it did come with a warning
of flickering twilight each time.
The atmosphere was suitably creepy, but I noticed that I wasn't
frightened. It was too exciting. Any powerlessness expressed itself as
frustration rather than fear. I got to fight some of it a few times, but
never really successfully. It didn't get me, but it got others (who
were really bad at fighting and hiding and saving their own arses), and I
couldn't really injure it, just stave it off a bit until light began
again.
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