Hey all! Once again, we have another post in the Darker Places series. Here, we have what was originally the core of the series. This place was the heart of everything, back when I had this idea originally. This is The Half-Way House. Half way between the world of the story, and every other world.
The house itself serves as a border between multiple worlds. While its front door opens into a realm of darkness and wonder, the Half-Way House has many doors, each leading to another world. At any time, the Half-Way House is full of dozens of visitors; sleepers, maniacs and the truly gifted all pass through the thresholds of this house. It serves as a pleasant and mostly safe respite for those with the talent or ability to venture beyond themselves and their own worlds into something greater and, often, more terrible.
Serving as custodian and guardian of the house is an enigmatic creature who calls himself Hypnos Friend. Mr. Friend's appearance is hard to ascertain, though his presence is always felt as a strange halo of wellbeing and quiet unease, like having a pleasant afternoon tea while sitting with a serial killer. In truth, Hypnos may in fact be a god, or some remnant of human desire made strong enough to manifest in the form of the perfect host. Mr. Friend attends to the needs of everyone in his house in swift order, and prevents any attacks on the Half-Way house, of which there are many, for many know of the significance of the house and wish to tap into it's powerful potential.
Somewhere, in one of the upper rooms of the house, far from the madmen and schemers who normally roam the halls, is a young girl. Her life, her entire world, has been the rooms and halls of this house, and nothing more. Her private room is always well kept and tidy, and Mr. Friend regards her with a special affection. She has always been in Half-Way house, and no one can say why. Her name is Pistol. This is her story.
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