The Nightmaretaker- The Man Possessed By The De... Info

And then the presence of the man under the lamp shifted. No longer content to indicate with patient gestures, he leaned forward and whispered suggestions into Arthur's ear at three in the morning. He spoke of doors that had never been opened, of apartments stacked in geometries that contradicted the building's plans. "The De..." he would begin, and Arthur felt the syllable like a splinter sliding under his skin. The name was a thing that refused completion, each attempt at saying it curling back into a hole.

Once a month, the man under the lamp told him, the De— wanted the names of those who would be allowed to stay. It wanted the building tidy for a census it conducted on a geometrically different night. "Give it names," the man said, "and it will keep its furniture where you can find it." The Nightmaretaker- The Man Possessed by the De...

"To keep the doors," he said, "you must let it choose one." And then the presence of the man under the lamp shifted