thefeelingofgetting SUCKEDintothecastle
The feeling of getting sucked into a castle is not a pleasant one.
You feel like a dust particle being suddenly sucked up by the
whirlwind of a hungry vacuum cleaner that has set its sight on you.
And there is no resisting it whatsover. Your arms flail, your legs
flap up and down and sideways, and your neck cracks with quick
snapping sounds that prevent your yells from being the one continuous
scream they are meant to be. Into the darkness of the castle you go.
Up the spiral staircase you fly. And you momentarily hover above it
all (the entranceway with the octopus-tentacled chandelier, the
livingroom tentatively lit by the embers of a large fireplace shaped
like the mouth of a wolf, the thin coffin hiding in the shadows of the
purple pig-footed couch). Somebody is breathing -you hear them. An
almost moaning kind of breath that seems painful to emit. And you know
that the moment it stops...
