said the voice slowly. Almost to a whisper. All his instincts warned him to never answer, never voice one single word to the stranger that was inviting him. Sigmund found that one thing was clear, that as he was blind to everything, so is the stranger to him. It also kept asking for his name. Sigmund felt that whoever this was, also felt his presence but it could not pinpoint where he was. The stranger also kept tempting him with the twins as if it knew of them. Everything became silent for awhile. But Sigmund kept running despite his sudden blindness. The feeling of fear, that feeling that his life is in danger, never goes away no matter how fast or how long he ran. Then he heard it. A chuckle, then a maniacal laughter, giddy and excited, made his skin crawl up to the back of his neck. Sigmund tried to shout in his mind, the name of the four God fathers, to save him from wherever hell he was in, but mysteriously he could not remember their names and the laughter grew increasingly louder. Then Sigmund screamed as the laughter was suddenly right behind him. Then the stranger yelled.
