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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ion" data-source="post: 2994639" data-attributes="member: 16028">They say the world is full of frightening things. CNN, NBC, ABC... they all show you more than your fair share. Detroit, Los Angeles, New York... these are 'scary' American cities, places where you shouldn't walk alone at night, or let your kids trick or treat by themselves. People, are the problem, people say. It's true, people can be pretty scary, but I'm not afraid of them. I'll have tea with a serial killer now, and sleep better that night because of it, because there is no human evil that can match what I've seen. It was six years ago. I was strolling through Durham Park in North Philadelphia just after sundown. I had just finished some late night work at St. Philip's Church and decided I would get some air before heading home, and into my bed. I came across something that looked like a man, stooped over a lifeless body. I was scared then, because I thought he was a murderer. Just a murderer. But when it saw me, it took off, and the strangest compulsion to give chase came over me. It was fast, much faster than I would have expected. It could have outran me, but I realized after that it was toying with me - leading me on. It ran into the Old Cathedral Cemetery, and soon I was dashing over top of the dead, tripping on gravestones, trying to catch this thing. In an abandoned corner of the cemetery, there was an old mausoleum. The thing slipped inside. Maybe I should have turned back there, called the police or something, but I know now, that would have been useless. The compulsion led me inside. It was dank and musty, but another smell, something so unfamiliar there were no words for it, permeated the whole of the dark air. An intense fear was growing in me, and just as it was about to overpower the compulsion that led me here, the thing spoke to me. He said his name was Incubus. He was glad I had come, because he was going to show me his own 'little corner of chaos'. I was too frightened to speak, but something, something I didn't know then, made me feel I was going to be safe. Blackness deepened in front of me, and I realized I was looking at a door. A most terrible door. Incubus led me through, and of the things I saw there, I shall not speak, but I had to see. "I am commanded to show this to you, Puero." he said. Child. In Latin. "By who?" "It is a pact I made with Eidos. So that you should know what you will be fighting." I said nothing. Then, I had no idea what it all meant. Before I knew what was happening, I was back in the mausoleum. Incubus, and the smell had gone, but knowledge from where I had been had seeped into my consciousness. Now, there's no going back, and I know what I must do. There are others. Other doors, other Children. One mission. And believe me when I tell you that you won't be hearing about this on the news.</blockquote>

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