[He hadn’t been long in the more populated districts of this unnerving little town when Logan decided this was some kind of game. An illusion maybe. A mind trick. An inter-dimensional joke. Ok, so he had more theories than answers. Whatever it was, he didn’t plan on sticking around. For now he’d headed towards main street with every intention of keeping to the back lanes, and lesser used paths, but these people took less consideration of a stranger than he’d thought they might. Some festival that stunk of seafood and funnel cakes made it easier than expected to to get lost in a crowd.
Everything here made him feel like he was being watched. That was a sensation he hadn’t shaken since he first held that ID card. That pervasive sense of being a mouse in a maze only intensified when one of these strangers laid eyes right on him. So who the hell was watching him now?
It was impossible not to imagine the thing in the cellar. The thing he’d dreamed in the cellar, Logan reminded himself. A thing there was no proof of actually existing. But if it did. Better it followed him back into the trees than into the centre of town.]
a familiar face! <3
Everything here made him feel like he was being watched. That was a sensation he hadn’t shaken since he first held that ID card. That pervasive sense of being a mouse in a maze only intensified when one of these strangers laid eyes right on him. So who the hell was watching him now?
It was impossible not to imagine the thing in the cellar. The thing he’d dreamed in the cellar, Logan reminded himself. A thing there was no proof of actually existing. But if it did. Better it followed him back into the trees than into the centre of town.]