This is my first attempt at something Lovecraftian in style. As always let me know what you think.
I fear when it is time to sleep. I fear, for I know that must once again pass that twilight between the conscious and unconscious world. That terrible place which has come to be both my purgatory, and my ecstasy.I am uncertain how long it has been since that first time. Days, months even years may have passed since I first journeyed away from myself and entered that world of strange and lost beings. Time has lost much of its meaning for me now.I still remember that night as I lay in my bed. The recent nights had been muggy and warm, so I kept the window of my bedroom open. I wonder now if things would have been different had I of decided, instead, to shut the outside world away. The sounds of the night drifted in on the cool, gentle breeze, slowly lulling me to sleep. I could feel the heavy, relaxed euphoria that one experiences as the waking world drifts away and I surrendered to it. The sounds from outside became became more and more distant, fading to nothing.That is when it happened, when I first heard that damnable noise that would signal my transition. It was like the terrible neighing of a suddenly startled horse, yet it carried with it a malice that goes beyond description. My mind became suddenly sharpened at this new, alien noise. Without knowing exactly how and when I got there, I found myself at my window, looing down onto the street below my modest apartment.