Every creak of the old/ancient/crumbling house sends a shudder/thrill/wave of fear through your/you/me. It whispers in the silence/through the vents/from the shadows, promising pain/torment/misery. You're not alone here. Something lurks/watches/covetous in the walls, its eyes/presence/gaze on you. Don't let it out.
- Listen carefully for the sounds
- Don't be alone in the dark
- Fight the urge to investigate further
We Are Being Watched
A foreboding feeling creeps into your soul. It starts with a glimmering sensation, a urge that you're not alone. You catch glimpses out of the corner of your sight, but when you turn, there's nothing. The environment feels thick with anxiety. Is it just your thoughts? Or is something truly watching us?
- Signs of being watched are all too common
- Don't dismiss those strange occurrences
- Heed your intuition
They Knew It Was Coming
There was a feeling/sense/premonition in the air. The crowd/masses/people were aware/suspicious/uneasy. Something wasn't right/proper/normal. A chill ran down their spines/backs/necks. They had heard/seen/witnessed the signs, the omens/forebodings/clues. It was a matter of time/inevitable/unavoidable - they knew it was coming.
The Ritual regarding 'It'
Every gathering held sacred across the forgotten realms begins with the ritual of 'It'. A murmur grows through the assembled crowd, a shimmering hush as eyes turn towards the center. There, a lone figure rises, shrouded in veil. The energy crackles with fear as they begin their reciting, each syllable echoing deeply into the darkness.
- The ritual's purpose remains a secret, known only to those who have seen its ultimate effect.
- Some whisper about a gateway being established between worlds, while others speak regarding conjuring an ancient force.
- Whatever the truth may be, the ritual holds a power that binds all who observe it.
You Can't Avoid
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Its Hunger Knows No Bounds
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