Departure [Alan Wake]

The Dark Presence Wakes Up

For a long time, the Dark Presence had been weak, sleeping, nothing but a half-forgotten nightmare or a shadowy flicker in the corner of an eye in the forrest at night; not real enough to properly exist and yet too evocative to fade away completely.

Now it was waking up, the writer like a fly caught in a spider's web, each jerks and kicks vibrating the strands that led deep into its lair. It was aware of him now, and it could use him.

All he'd need is a little incentive.