The call is strong tonight. Stronger than it’s been in a while. But I don’t know if I’m ready yet. I don’t know if I can face whatever lies beyond. Rainwaters batter the roof while thunder and violent winds threaten to crumple what remains of this castle. It’s been raining for days. The air is thick with moisture that makes the wood swell and feeds the mold. The walls were strong once; nothing could shake them. It was a little fortress against all the evils that lurked in the world. At least, that’s how I thought of it when I was alive.