That night I found it difficult to sleep. My mind was racing through the day’s events at a blistering pace, from the changing bedroom floor, to the return of the wrestling men, all the way up to the strange events surrounding my encounter with Peter Blank, and the latter’s connection to the Grim Guider.
It all came back to the Grim Guider. These things were happening because of him. There was no other explanation. But though I had found a cause for the confusion in my life, I still had not found a reason. Who was the Grim Guider, and what did he want? Why was he doing these things? The answers to these questions would not come to me, and finally I succumbed to my tired eyes. Sleep came instantly.
And with sleep came the Grim Guider. Once again my mind was transported to the mysterious location near some type of beach. Distant waves lapped up against invisible rocks, beneath a starless night. The moon shone brightly down upon a figure that was quickly growing. My mind told me that it was the Grim Guider, and that he was quickly approaching. Soon I could see the outline of his cape billowing in the wind that I could not feel.
At long last the Grim Guider came to a stop several feet in front of me. He looked even more ominous than before, standing over seven feet tall with his dark mask shrouding his face. Briefly I wondered what was hiding beneath the mask, but the Grim Guider’s words quickly invaded my mind.
It’s nice to have you back, boomed the powerful voice. Though I could not see behind the mask, I knew that the Grim Guider had spoken the words.
Why am I here again? I asked, not bothering with the greetings.
Lightning flashed behind the Grim Guider, closely followed by a round of deafening thunder. The storm had gotten worse since my visit the last night. Dark wispy clouds were beginning to appear and glide through the sky, slightly shrouding the endless black sky. It was not a welcome sight.
We will get to your question in time. Until then, I have a few of my own, said the Grim Guider. Firstly, what do you think of all of the time twists? Are they alarming?
Are time twists those things where I see my floor as carpet, then suddenly wood, and back to carpet again? And the whole thing with Mr. Parker turning into Peter Blank?
The Grim Guider stepped down off of his pedestal. Though he was not quite as tall now, he was still a terrifying figure. He raised his arms into the air and threw his head back. The sky almost exploded with lightning. The sky lit up with what seemed like million of connected bolts of lightning. I felt like I was on the inside of one of those static spheres that you could put your hand on and have static electricity all over you. The effect was astonishing and frightening at the same time.