The Alley [Words Inside My Head]

A spectre or inhuman creature of some sort has appeared to a man dressed in conservative, contemporary clothing. A bright light from behind him indicates to me that the creature comes from another dimension, another time, another place.

The street is a back alley, maybe factory district, ground is cobbled stone. The back of the building, exposed pipe, wooden structure. There is a doorway, bordered in old wood. Steps – maybe three leading up to the door – looks to be solid wood, cloDSCN1638-wetstreet_smallersed and locked.

The looming spectre has mesmerizing red eyes, threatening to the man. Barring his way? Why is a businessman walking along this alley? Has he been summoned here? Victim or villain? Innocent or jaded?

Oh wait, the spectre holds something in his hand. As I thought – he is a messenger, he is a servant – minion to another. It’s a message for the man. Who is it from? Who does this creature serve?

Will the business man turn and run? Is he weak or strong. Brave or a coward. More or less than he appears? My sense is that he also in some way serves or will serve, the same master as this creature. Blackmailed or willing servant?

What is he offered in return? What enticement will take him from ordinary businessman to servant of some dark unknown master?

Is the businessman actually the one who summoned the creature because he wants something. Is he the reason the creature has been called to this world? What kind of business is he in? What does he need? What are his desires?

It’s nighttime. Perhaps midnight? There is no moon to light the passage. Is the creature here to serve? To see the deed is accomplished? To perform a dark and dirty task?

The man will soon no longer be simply ordinary – but will he become a monster like this creature in the hooded robe? He thinks he’s smarter, that he can control what is about to happen. He’s about to make his deal with the devil. The moment he accepts the message the businessman’s becoming will commence. Eagerly he accept the paper, opens it. It has begun.

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