Through the caves and tunnels the black pyramid lay.
In its center, the steps into the abyss took us to another world, another realm. Finally emerging into a room that stretched for an eternity, we paid tribute in the dark. We told the story of our lives. Leaving our memories carved into the wall, lost to us forever. Each tale lulling the sleeping Gods to keep to their slumber. They who must never awaken.
They fed upon our love, our fears, our loss, our terror. All gone now. We are the lost. Forgotten saviors with no name and no past.
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Stuart Conover is a father, husband, rescue dog owner, horror author, blogger, journalist, horror enthusiast, comic book geek, science fiction junkie, and IT professional. With all of that to cram in on a daily basis it is highly debatable that he ever is able to sleep and rumors have him attached to an IV drip of caffeine to get through most days. A resident of the suburbs of Chicago most of Stuart’s fiction takes place in the Midwest. From downtown to the suburbs to the cornfields—the area is ripe for urban horror of all facets.