Kill Heyzeus

I was walking down a coffin-shaped hall,

thinking about the woman

Beyond the door

On the right.

...Ahead, the walls,

Ceiling,

And hallway all

converged

...to a single square backwall,

Chest-high; it was as if everything were being sucked

into a window-shaped space

into some dimension beyond.

...But, of course, that was ridiculous.

The architecture might be arcane,

even occult.

But the back wall was still only that.

...in the next room,

The white walls

gleamed with a wash of bright sunshine

That seemed to be seeping in

From parts unknown.

That can't be the flourescents, I think.

The wooden floors were piled high

with detritus and refuse,

old papers and books and whatnot.

The old woman was sitting there,

her legs splayed out beneath her,

twisted

in an uncomfortable, unnatural fashion.

I assumed she was crippled

or, at least, injured.

I realized for the first time that this is a basement area.

"How do we get upstairs?"

I asked the old woman.

Her head twisted around,

a macabre grin spreading across her face.

Short librarian hair, painted cheeks, ruby lips; wild eyes.

"Kill Jesus!" she spat.

She was clearly insane, possibly possessed by devils.

Or,

... maybe she was just talking about the landscaper.