Sharp writhing shapes pressed against me, their claws tearing at me as they worked their way toward the page. I was helpless; terrified and appalled by the darkness, the manic madness that emerged from my fingers. The pulsing stain oozed across the page, desecrating the virgin white space, leaving only darkness and despair.
Fear. My fear makes them stronger it's an emotional feedback loop. The rising gorge of horror and desolation threaten to consume me. I fight grimly, but my strength...God, my strength and focus are failing. Thousands more press against me. My struggle attracts them. It fuels their frenzy, their satisfaction. I'm...I'm losing control. My