I heard it again…

  Chanting.

  Macabre.

  Months had passed since the last time.

  That night, however, it did not frighten me.

  For a time, I had been running away. I had spent my days filling myself with coffee, vitamins and supplements to avoid sleeping at night. I had tried burying my head in the sand and denying my true self.

  But I had then realized…

  The alarm of dark places wasn’t something to dread. It was the siren, my call, what had awakened a primordial and unprecedented strength in me.

  I looked around. That place had been vastly ransacked by vandals and there was not much left of the original decor. When I arrived there, the pavement was covered with plaster fragments and encrusted bird shit. As if that wasn’t enough, in the bathroom I had even found a dead pigeon. I had done everything I could to clean the place and fix it up. And little by little, inch by inch, I had rediscovered what those offices once looked like. Almost all the rooms had white pavement with white chairs and white tables, all of them but one room—my favorite: the ‘Red Room’.

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  Sure my accommodation was not the best: I would sleep on the red moquette and the bathroom was out of service. The smell of mold certainly still lingered in the rooms, but I no longer detected it.

  Indeed my dwelling was definitely modest, but it had welcomed and protected me in the time of need.

  I stared out of the window. The towers seemed to bow before me. From the height of my 10th floor, I observed the labyrinthine complex. Only the sun and city lights—reflected in the glass walls—could reach me. Along with the muffled noises of the external world.

  That night, though, something else was bothering me. I studied the twists and turns, the halls, the contorted tangle of stairs. And I saw them: a handful of black ants. They were brazenly drawing near my tower. They were coming to violate my tranquility, I was sure of it.

  And so a bunch of thrill seekers began looking for a way to access the forsaken and cursed tower, ready to wreak havoc to feel powerful—unaware that someone was looking at them from the dark of the 10th floor.

  Soon I would have fallen asleep and my shadow would have taken them.

  One. By. One.

  THE END