Welcome to my attic. So far unadorned with manacles, brazier, implements of torture, pentacle, candles or reddish spatters. This is the Dume Room in its native state.
I think this will make a very fine writing room. It will need a bit of a clean, a little desk and chair, but that’s all. In this room, nightmares can come alive and demons cackle in the shadows.
This home is temporary. We both want somewhere with a garden. Nonetheless, I intend to make full use of this gloomy enclosure while I have it.
Dark stories are stirring again. About time too.