"The mind is its own place and in itself can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven".
John Milton (Paradise Lost)
I struggled to open my eyes, my eyelids were heavy. I blinked a few times to rid myself of the blurry vision. I felt a cold drop fall right on my forehead, which tensed my facial muscles. Once I finally managed to open my eyes and see clearly, I ran my gaze around, but in vain, finding nothing but darkness as a chill went up my spine. I placed one hand on the floor to sit up and felt the damp earth beneath me. I struggled to turn on my side whilst my muscles throbbed with intense pain. A nasty stench filled my nose.
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The Magician in the Crimson Top Hat
HorrorA young magician wakes up covered in blood in a damp and dark place, and doesn't remember what happened, or how he got there. Once he begins to recover his memory, strange and obscure facts, which make him doubt even his own sanity, come forth. Mayb...
