Antipode, Part 2

That night as he lay in bed asleep, he dreamed a nightmare; the thing, the creature, the face with the teeth was trying and succeeding at busting through the barrier. It was a barrier that once Taylor awoke, realized was a membrane that kept an alternate reality, perhaps an entire alternate universe from violating this one.

That morning, he decided he had to stop it before the horror on the other side tore that protective fortification. This too, had come to him in his nightmare.

That day he returned to the spot. He searched the stones and walked among them unable to find a possible portal or gate. Neither did he he the beast again.

Taylor did find a large and jagged piece of white obsidian, a volcanic rock that should not have been where it was. He kept it, considering in a gift from the gods on this side of the veil.

With the stone and a carefully selected Pine Nut tree, stripped of its branches and about ten-feet long, he returned to his apartment and began crafting a weapon. By the time he was done, he created a spear, that with the heft of his 200 pounds, he was certain would kill the awful thing.

That evening, an hour and half before sundown he left his place and headed for the formation. All night he sat on the ledge above the formation, looking down and into the center of the rocks.

Nothing.