Because it has already seared his flesh, infected his soul, and started him on a journey of obsession – through its soothing, blank darkness into the blinding core of terror…
Now from down the hall, the black hole calls out to Nicholas every day and every night. Then Nakota began her experiments: First, she put an insect into the hole.
She had to make love to Nicholas beside it, and stare into its secretive, promising depths. She had to see the dark hole in the storage room down the hall. It began with Nakota and her crooked grin. Nicholas is a would-be poet and video-store clerk with a weeping hole in his hand – weeping not blood, but a plasma of tears…
Date of Publication: Initial publication 1991, Rerelease: September 15, 2020
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