Prolouge to Hail Primus

I alighted onto a brick porch and beheld it. The porch was red brick with green painted solid banisters, green painted floor, and green steps up to it. The porch wasn't wrap around but had four brick posts and a half post next to the steps that didn't touch the top but came up to a elongated green painted square slab atop it.  The steps were to the front right with the half pedestal to the left. 
The white front of the house was of an old plaster shingles with a window in the left part of the porch and had the house number 234 next to the door with a black porch light up next to it all next to the window.
The door was a plain white storm door with a screen at the top and had a regular brown door behind it with a gold colored knob on it and three windows in an upper right down diagnal slant. 
I put my hand through the storm door and into the house passing as a ghost into it and I withdrew my hand quickly unbelieving what was happening. I wondered if I had somehow died and had returned to my old home in Pennsylvania where I had once lived. I looked around off the porch and to the quick bit of sidewalk to the side of the road and side road where the cars were parked. I saw the speed limit sign in front of it saying the infamous 30 MPH on it. Then the four houses till the black top of the firehall and the houses surrounding it, old neighbors houses with the side street several feet to the right of the house and across the street, next to where one of my classmates lived. I recalled each of the other neighbors houses vividly but I turned to my old house before I could recall any greater memory of things and remembered the house I had lived in for thirteen years before I moved.
It was an old house, once having a convening panel that would slide to in one of the rooms, which we had covered that up. To the old attic that we had converted to an additional bedroom for my sister.
What put prevelance into my mind was how I had died and why I was here. I couldn't remember dieing. I could remember everything else except the situations the lead up to my death, as if I had somehow suddenly died without any prior recourse. I made a deep sigh at this and passed my hand through the door, it was cold. Then I paused hearing a dog bark in the distance silhouetted by the lull of distance car wheels on the road and the low barely audible whirr of the wind over the hills of the valley.
I passed my other hand inside, then my arm, then my head, then my body until I was inside. I immediately took in my surrounding and my breath went still inside me and I felt colder as it looked as if we hadn't moved out at all. Our old furniture to the living room to the left, then far into the kitchen table at the far room down the hall with the plant-like carvings hanging up on the wall spacely even to allow the three good room. My mind went fluttering as I beheld the coat rack and shoe rack and recognized the coats and smells of my family. Had I somehow went back in time?
I raced up the gray carpeted stairs with the old white banister and into the door at the top that was my old bedroom. I burst in quickly but I immediately saw it was as it was long ago, even my old desk and the dresser in the left corner as I came in with the old TV attop it. Then the closet to the far left and the window at the far center wall, my book case aside the door to the right. Even, the cut out cuboard beside the closet cut in under the stair side wall under the steps that led up to the attic. Then the bed and my breath went cold again as I saw me.
It was a younger me but the only thing I could see was the brown hair, but still me and pudgier as I was at the time for my age and body height. I went over to me and laid a hand and suddenly I turned over and grabbed my hand as I was trying to touch myself. I wasn't what i was anymore, I was what looked like a ghostly silhouette. I ripped my hand away and backed up my muscles rigid with apprehension.
The silhouette then spoke sounding low but level and even almost in a hushed voice, "Ias, you've come."
"What?" I couldn't believe I was hearing the name of one of my fictatuous characters I wrote about and being called it by another thing.
"Don't be modest. It has been some time. I have been waiting for you, ever since you created me and styled me as I was. I couldn't reach you there and then. Now I can. And now we have many things to do. You know me. Don't be afraid," The Silhouette responded getting up out of the bed and I saw the white and black striped cover and black bedsheet remake itself.
I looked at the silhouette and slowly but every so surely my apprehension went to tension the good anxiousness of energy, "Sko... Sko! Oh my it can't be! So it was all true. My Masprit counterpart and companion."
"Yes," Sko said. 
As Sko spoke, I noticed that everything was becoming blurry though and the tension started to go bad and I looked at Sko with disbelief, "What's happening?"
"You know. We're going to a place where all your dreams will come true, so to speak. We're going to your world," Sko spoke his voice echoing all around as the blur turned to swirling gray white and blackness mixed all around and dropping fast as a waterfall does.
It made me nauseated and I wavered too and fro but before I did, Sko became more and more embedded into my surroundings until he was faded out. I reached out my hand and jerked around looking up and the blackness completely surrounded me and my eye-lids went heavy and dropped down over my eyes.