Everytime I close the door I start to hear banging downstairs. The creature, locked away. When I go to check on it, the cellar is undisturbed, the creature cowering in its cage. So what was that noise? Sounded like the place was being ripped apart. But now there’s nothing. As soon as I go upstairs, it starts again.
Perhaps it's breaking out. Not now, but later. I’m hearing echoes of the future, of a time the creature has grown beyond its fear, finding boldness, and rage. A time of my demise. But it is not yet. There’s still time to strangle it in its cage.
Paddy Dobson
13th November 2023