When dream and reality blur, a man’s doppelganger may be luring him to the ruins of Machu Picchu in an effort to replace him in the physical world.
An old-fashioned gothic horror tale in the tradition of H.P. Lovecraft, this story will burrow itself into your consciousness and brood in the recesses of your mind.
Those ethereal tones, the eldritch, otherworldly rasp spewing forth at me turned my bones to cold milk. I wasn’t sure if the words had even been spoken aloud, or if the wretched foulness had originated within my own mind. That’s when it hit me, with the kind of certainty that only occurs in dreams: the voice in question was mine.