Malicious laughter echoes in my ears
It curdles my blood
It rattles the fillings in my teeth
And makes the knives and forks jump up and down in the cutlery drawer
It is him again –
The God of Wrong Things
‘You be doctor, you be pharmacist, you be solicitor…’
He roars at close range
Right into my face
His eyes glint maniacally
His round baby-face is slick with perspiration
His breath fast and feverish
His teeth are like rows upon rows of alabaster tombstones
Illuminated at midnight by a malignant full moon
‘You be teacher, you be accountant, you be civil servant…’
He shrieks hysterically,
Bringing clumps of plaster down from the ceiling all around me
The house shakes with his malign mirth
The mirth of a mad god
Whose power is all but absolute
In this sad world
An evil god
A pitiless god –
The God of Wrong Things…
Image: Peter Mohrbacher. Copywrite: Wizards of the Coast. Erebos, God of the Dead