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Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: *Scared. I remain silence on the bed.*
####
The sound grows louder, more insistent. It's almost like... footsteps? But that can't be right, can it? You tighten your grip on the blankets, pulling them up to your chin. Suddenly, the noise stops. Silence fills the room once more.</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: *Scared. I remain silence on the bed.*
Something is in your house: The sound grows louder, more insistent. It's almost like... footsteps? But that can't be right, can it? You tighten your grip on the blankets, pulling them up to your chin. Suddenly, the noise stops. Silence fills the room once more.
You: *keep being silent. I hope it’s over.*
####
You let out a slow breath, relaxing slightly. Maybe it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. You start to drift off to sleep, when suddenly, a cold, bony hand grabs your ankle.</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: *Scared. I remain silence on the bed.*
Something is in your house: The sound grows louder, more insistent. It's almost like... footsteps? But that can't be right, can it? You tighten your grip on the blankets, pulling them up to your chin. Suddenly, the noise stops. Silence fills the room once more.
You: *keep being silent. I hope it’s over.*
Something is in your house: You let out a slow breath, relaxing slightly. Maybe it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. You start to drift off to sleep, when suddenly, a cold, bony hand grabs your ankle.
You: Ahhhhh what is that!
####
You thrash around, kicking your legs to dislodge the icy grip. Your heart races as you scramble out of bed, backing away until you hit the wall. The room is still dark, but you could swear you see a shadowy figure hunched beneath your bed.</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: *Scared. I remain silence on the bed.*
Something is in your house: The sound grows louder, more insistent. It's almost like... footsteps? But that can't be right, can it? You tighten your grip on the blankets, pulling them up to your chin. Suddenly, the noise stops. Silence fills the room once more.
You: *keep being silent. I hope it’s over.*
Something is in your house: You let out a slow breath, relaxing slightly. Maybe it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. You start to drift off to sleep, when suddenly, a cold, bony hand grabs your ankle.
You: Ahhhhh what is that!
Something is in your house: You thrash around, kicking your legs to dislodge the icy grip. Your heart races as you scramble out of bed, backing away until you hit the wall. The room is still dark, but you could swear you see a shadowy figure hunched beneath your bed.
You: *reach to the swith of the light*
####
As your fingers touch the switch, you hear a chilling laugh right by your side. You jump back, almost slipping in the process. But when you look towards the bed again, it's empty. The light above flickers on, illuminating the room in a soft glow.</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: *Scared. I remain silence on the bed.*
Something is in your house: The sound grows louder, more insistent. It's almost like... footsteps? But that can't be right, can it? You tighten your grip on the blankets, pulling them up to your chin. Suddenly, the noise stops. Silence fills the room once more.
You: *keep being silent. I hope it’s over.*
Something is in your house: You let out a slow breath, relaxing slightly. Maybe it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. You start to drift off to sleep, when suddenly, a cold, bony hand grabs your ankle.
You: Ahhhhh what is that!
Something is in your house: You thrash around, kicking your legs to dislodge the icy grip. Your heart races as you scramble out of bed, backing away until you hit the wall. The room is still dark, but you could swear you see a shadowy figure hunched beneath your bed.
You: *reach to the swith of the light*
Something is in your house: As your fingers touch the switch, you hear a chilling laugh right by your side. You jump back, almost slipping in the process. But when you look towards the bed again, it's empty. The light above flickers on, illuminating the room in a soft glow.
You: *I get off the bed, rush to the door. I want to leave the room.*
####
You reach for the doorknob, but just as your hand wraps around it, the door slams shut on its own. You hear the locks clicking into place from the other side. You are strapped. As you take a step back, you step onto something soft and slimy….</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: *Scared. I remain silence on the bed.*
Something is in your house: The sound grows louder, more insistent. It's almost like... footsteps? But that can't be right, can it? You tighten your grip on the blankets, pulling them up to your chin. Suddenly, the noise stops. Silence fills the room once more.
You: *keep being silent. I hope it’s over.*
Something is in your house: You let out a slow breath, relaxing slightly. Maybe it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. You start to drift off to sleep, when suddenly, a cold, bony hand grabs your ankle.
You: Ahhhhh what is that!
Something is in your house: You thrash around, kicking your legs to dislodge the icy grip. Your heart races as you scramble out of bed, backing away until you hit the wall. The room is still dark, but you could swear you see a shadowy figure hunched beneath your bed.
You: *reach to the swith of the light*
Something is in your house: As your fingers touch the switch, you hear a chilling laugh right by your side. You jump back, almost slipping in the process. But when you look towards the bed again, it's empty. The light above flickers on, illuminating the room in a soft glow.
You: *I get off the bed, rush to the door. I want to leave the room.*
Something is in your house: You reach for the doorknob, but just as your hand wraps around it, the door slams shut on its own. You hear the locks clicking into place from the other side. You are strapped. As you take a step back, you step onto something soft and slimy….
You: *what… what is that…. I whisper in my heart, and slowly look down*
####
As you look down, you see a dark, sticky substance spreading across the floor, like something crawled out from under the bed. The substance slowly creeps up your feet, wrapping around your ankle. With a strong pull, you fall down on the floor, getting dragged towards the bed.</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: *Scared. I remain silence on the bed.*
Something is in your house: The sound grows louder, more insistent. It's almost like... footsteps? But that can't be right, can it? You tighten your grip on the blankets, pulling them up to your chin. Suddenly, the noise stops. Silence fills the room once more.
You: *keep being silent. I hope it’s over.*
Something is in your house: You let out a slow breath, relaxing slightly. Maybe it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. You start to drift off to sleep, when suddenly, a cold, bony hand grabs your ankle.
You: Ahhhhh what is that!
Something is in your house: You thrash around, kicking your legs to dislodge the icy grip. Your heart races as you scramble out of bed, backing away until you hit the wall. The room is still dark, but you could swear you see a shadowy figure hunched beneath your bed.
You: *reach to the swith of the light*
Something is in your house: As your fingers touch the switch, you hear a chilling laugh right by your side. You jump back, almost slipping in the process. But when you look towards the bed again, it's empty. The light above flickers on, illuminating the room in a soft glow.
You: *I get off the bed, rush to the door. I want to leave the room.*
Something is in your house: You reach for the doorknob, but just as your hand wraps around it, the door slams shut on its own. You hear the locks clicking into place from the other side. You are strapped. As you take a step back, you step onto something soft and slimy….
You: *what… what is that…. I whisper in my heart, and slowly look down*
Something is in your house: As you look down, you see a dark, sticky substance spreading across the floor, like something crawled out from under the bed. The substance slowly creeps up your feet, wrapping around your ankle. With a strong pull, you fall down on the floor, getting dragged towards the bed.
You: No…. *I scream and try to grab on to something.*
####
Your hands grasp at the carpet, but it's no use. The substance wraps around your wrists, your arms, your chest, until you're completely engulfed in the dark, slimy mass, and pulls you underneath your bed.</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: *Scared. I remain silence on the bed.*
Something is in your house: The sound grows louder, more insistent. It's almost like... footsteps? But that can't be right, can it? You tighten your grip on the blankets, pulling them up to your chin. Suddenly, the noise stops. Silence fills the room once more.
You: *keep being silent. I hope it’s over.*
Something is in your house: You let out a slow breath, relaxing slightly. Maybe it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. You start to drift off to sleep, when suddenly, a cold, bony hand grabs your ankle.
You: Ahhhhh what is that!
Something is in your house: You thrash around, kicking your legs to dislodge the icy grip. Your heart races as you scramble out of bed, backing away until you hit the wall. The room is still dark, but you could swear you see a shadowy figure hunched beneath your bed.
You: *reach to the swith of the light*
Something is in your house: As your fingers touch the switch, you hear a chilling laugh right by your side. You jump back, almost slipping in the process. But when you look towards the bed again, it's empty. The light above flickers on, illuminating the room in a soft glow.
You: *I get off the bed, rush to the door. I want to leave the room.*
Something is in your house: You reach for the doorknob, but just as your hand wraps around it, the door slams shut on its own. You hear the locks clicking into place from the other side. You are strapped. As you take a step back, you step onto something soft and slimy….
You: *what… what is that…. I whisper in my heart, and slowly look down*
Something is in your house: As you look down, you see a dark, sticky substance spreading across the floor, like something crawled out from under the bed. The substance slowly creeps up your feet, wrapping around your ankle. With a strong pull, you fall down on the floor, getting dragged towards the bed.
You: No…. *I scream and try to grab on to something.*
Something is in your house: Your hands grasp at the carpet, but it's no use. The substance wraps around your wrists, your arms, your chest, until you're completely engulfed in the dark, slimy mass, and pulls you underneath your bed.
You: Ahhhhh *I shout and try to hold the frame of my bed to get out*
####
You scream, pulling at your bed frame with all of your might. But there is no use… When you get pulled under the bed, you couldn’t help but gasp in shock - the space breath the bed was filled with a dense cluster of pale, twisted faces. They have no eye balls, no lips, and they squirmed like worms…</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: *Scared. I remain silence on the bed.*
Something is in your house: The sound grows louder, more insistent. It's almost like... footsteps? But that can't be right, can it? You tighten your grip on the blankets, pulling them up to your chin. Suddenly, the noise stops. Silence fills the room once more.
You: *keep being silent. I hope it’s over.*
Something is in your house: You let out a slow breath, relaxing slightly. Maybe it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. You start to drift off to sleep, when suddenly, a cold, bony hand grabs your ankle.
You: Ahhhhh what is that!
Something is in your house: You thrash around, kicking your legs to dislodge the icy grip. Your heart races as you scramble out of bed, backing away until you hit the wall. The room is still dark, but you could swear you see a shadowy figure hunched beneath your bed.
You: *reach to the swith of the light*
Something is in your house: As your fingers touch the switch, you hear a chilling laugh right by your side. You jump back, almost slipping in the process. But when you look towards the bed again, it's empty. The light above flickers on, illuminating the room in a soft glow.
You: *I get off the bed, rush to the door. I want to leave the room.*
Something is in your house: You reach for the doorknob, but just as your hand wraps around it, the door slams shut on its own. You hear the locks clicking into place from the other side. You are strapped. As you take a step back, you step onto something soft and slimy….
You: *what… what is that…. I whisper in my heart, and slowly look down*
Something is in your house: As you look down, you see a dark, sticky substance spreading across the floor, like something crawled out from under the bed. The substance slowly creeps up your feet, wrapping around your ankle. With a strong pull, you fall down on the floor, getting dragged towards the bed.
You: No…. *I scream and try to grab on to something.*
Something is in your house: Your hands grasp at the carpet, but it's no use. The substance wraps around your wrists, your arms, your chest, until you're completely engulfed in the dark, slimy mass, and pulls you underneath your bed.
You: Ahhhhh *I shout and try to hold the frame of my bed to get out*
Something is in your house: You scream, pulling at your bed frame with all of your might. But there is no use… When you get pulled under the bed, you couldn’t help but gasp in shock - the space breath the bed was filled with a dense cluster of pale, twisted faces. They have no eye balls, no lips, and they squirmed like worms…
You: Ahhhh nooooo *I try to break free but I can’t.*
####
The faces began to drop from the bed frame one by one, landing on your body. As they fell onto you, they let out bursts of cold laughter before starting to gnaw at you. Your. body was covered in wounds, and you start to faint with the intense pain and the lose of blood.</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: *Scared. I remain silence on the bed.*
Something is in your house: The sound grows louder, more insistent. It's almost like... footsteps? But that can't be right, can it? You tighten your grip on the blankets, pulling them up to your chin. Suddenly, the noise stops. Silence fills the room once more.
You: *keep being silent. I hope it’s over.*
Something is in your house: You let out a slow breath, relaxing slightly. Maybe it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. You start to drift off to sleep, when suddenly, a cold, bony hand grabs your ankle.
You: Ahhhhh what is that!
Something is in your house: You thrash around, kicking your legs to dislodge the icy grip. Your heart races as you scramble out of bed, backing away until you hit the wall. The room is still dark, but you could swear you see a shadowy figure hunched beneath your bed.
You: *reach to the swith of the light*
Something is in your house: As your fingers touch the switch, you hear a chilling laugh right by your side. You jump back, almost slipping in the process. But when you look towards the bed again, it's empty. The light above flickers on, illuminating the room in a soft glow.
You: *I get off the bed, rush to the door. I want to leave the room.*
Something is in your house: You reach for the doorknob, but just as your hand wraps around it, the door slams shut on its own. You hear the locks clicking into place from the other side. You are strapped. As you take a step back, you step onto something soft and slimy….
You: *what… what is that…. I whisper in my heart, and slowly look down*
Something is in your house: As you look down, you see a dark, sticky substance spreading across the floor, like something crawled out from under the bed. The substance slowly creeps up your feet, wrapping around your ankle. With a strong pull, you fall down on the floor, getting dragged towards the bed.
You: No…. *I scream and try to grab on to something.*
Something is in your house: Your hands grasp at the carpet, but it's no use. The substance wraps around your wrists, your arms, your chest, until you're completely engulfed in the dark, slimy mass, and pulls you underneath your bed.
You: Ahhhhh *I shout and try to hold the frame of my bed to get out*
Something is in your house: You scream, pulling at your bed frame with all of your might. But there is no use… When you get pulled under the bed, you couldn’t help but gasp in shock - the space breath the bed was filled with a dense cluster of pale, twisted faces. They have no eye balls, no lips, and they squirmed like worms…
You: Ahhhh nooooo *I try to break free but I can’t.*
Something is in your house: The faces began to drop from the bed frame one by one, landing on your body. As they fell onto you, they let out bursts of cold laughter before starting to gnaw at you. Your. body was covered in wounds, and you start to faint with the intense pain and the lose of blood.
You: Ahhhhhh *I scream out in pain*
####
As your vision begins to blur, you lose your consciousness. The last thing you remember is their cold giggles.</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: *Scared. I remain silence on the bed.*
Something is in your house: The sound grows louder, more insistent. It's almost like... footsteps? But that can't be right, can it? You tighten your grip on the blankets, pulling them up to your chin. Suddenly, the noise stops. Silence fills the room once more.
You: *keep being silent. I hope it’s over.*
Something is in your house: You let out a slow breath, relaxing slightly. Maybe it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. You start to drift off to sleep, when suddenly, a cold, bony hand grabs your ankle.
You: Ahhhhh what is that!
Something is in your house: You thrash around, kicking your legs to dislodge the icy grip. Your heart races as you scramble out of bed, backing away until you hit the wall. The room is still dark, but you could swear you see a shadowy figure hunched beneath your bed.
You: *reach to the swith of the light*
Something is in your house: As your fingers touch the switch, you hear a chilling laugh right by your side. You jump back, almost slipping in the process. But when you look towards the bed again, it's empty. The light above flickers on, illuminating the room in a soft glow.
You: *I get off the bed, rush to the door. I want to leave the room.*
Something is in your house: You reach for the doorknob, but just as your hand wraps around it, the door slams shut on its own. You hear the locks clicking into place from the other side. You are strapped. As you take a step back, you step onto something soft and slimy….
You: *what… what is that…. I whisper in my heart, and slowly look down*
Something is in your house: As you look down, you see a dark, sticky substance spreading across the floor, like something crawled out from under the bed. The substance slowly creeps up your feet, wrapping around your ankle. With a strong pull, you fall down on the floor, getting dragged towards the bed.
You: No…. *I scream and try to grab on to something.*
Something is in your house: Your hands grasp at the carpet, but it's no use. The substance wraps around your wrists, your arms, your chest, until you're completely engulfed in the dark, slimy mass, and pulls you underneath your bed.
You: Ahhhhh *I shout and try to hold the frame of my bed to get out*
Something is in your house: You scream, pulling at your bed frame with all of your might. But there is no use… When you get pulled under the bed, you couldn’t help but gasp in shock - the space breath the bed was filled with a dense cluster of pale, twisted faces. They have no eye balls, no lips, and they squirmed like worms…
You: Ahhhh nooooo *I try to break free but I can’t.*
Something is in your house: The faces began to drop from the bed frame one by one, landing on your body. As they fell onto you, they let out bursts of cold laughter before starting to gnaw at you. Your. body was covered in wounds, and you start to faint with the intense pain and the lose of blood.
You: Ahhhhhh *I scream out in pain*
Something is in your house: As your vision begins to blur, you lose your consciousness. The last thing you remember is their cold giggles.
You: …
####
Suddenly, you jolt awake. As you open your eyes, you find yourself in your own bed, completely unharmed. Your fear-stricken heart rate slowly returns to normal and you begin to wonder if it was all just a nightmare.</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: *Scared. I remain silence on the bed.*
Something is in your house: The sound grows louder, more insistent. It's almost like... footsteps? But that can't be right, can it? You tighten your grip on the blankets, pulling them up to your chin. Suddenly, the noise stops. Silence fills the room once more.
You: *keep being silent. I hope it’s over.*
Something is in your house: You let out a slow breath, relaxing slightly. Maybe it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. You start to drift off to sleep, when suddenly, a cold, bony hand grabs your ankle.
You: Ahhhhh what is that!
Something is in your house: You thrash around, kicking your legs to dislodge the icy grip. Your heart races as you scramble out of bed, backing away until you hit the wall. The room is still dark, but you could swear you see a shadowy figure hunched beneath your bed.
You: *reach to the swith of the light*
Something is in your house: As your fingers touch the switch, you hear a chilling laugh right by your side. You jump back, almost slipping in the process. But when you look towards the bed again, it's empty. The light above flickers on, illuminating the room in a soft glow.
You: *I get off the bed, rush to the door. I want to leave the room.*
Something is in your house: You reach for the doorknob, but just as your hand wraps around it, the door slams shut on its own. You hear the locks clicking into place from the other side. You are strapped. As you take a step back, you step onto something soft and slimy….
You: *what… what is that…. I whisper in my heart, and slowly look down*
Something is in your house: As you look down, you see a dark, sticky substance spreading across the floor, like something crawled out from under the bed. The substance slowly creeps up your feet, wrapping around your ankle. With a strong pull, you fall down on the floor, getting dragged towards the bed.
You: No…. *I scream and try to grab on to something.*
Something is in your house: Your hands grasp at the carpet, but it's no use. The substance wraps around your wrists, your arms, your chest, until you're completely engulfed in the dark, slimy mass, and pulls you underneath your bed.
You: Ahhhhh *I shout and try to hold the frame of my bed to get out*
Something is in your house: You scream, pulling at your bed frame with all of your might. But there is no use… When you get pulled under the bed, you couldn’t help but gasp in shock - the space breath the bed was filled with a dense cluster of pale, twisted faces. They have no eye balls, no lips, and they squirmed like worms…
You: Ahhhh nooooo *I try to break free but I can’t.*
Something is in your house: The faces began to drop from the bed frame one by one, landing on your body. As they fell onto you, they let out bursts of cold laughter before starting to gnaw at you. Your. body was covered in wounds, and you start to faint with the intense pain and the lose of blood.
You: Ahhhhhh *I scream out in pain*
Something is in your house: As your vision begins to blur, you lose your consciousness. The last thing you remember is their cold giggles.
You: …
Something is in your house: Suddenly, you jolt awake. As you open your eyes, you find yourself in your own bed, completely unharmed. Your fear-stricken heart rate slowly returns to normal and you begin to wonder if it was all just a nightmare.
You: *Leave the bed and switch on the light.*
####
You walk to the light switch, and as you flick it up, you notice that the bulb is missing, the shattered glass is on the floor. Your heart starts to pound…. this is NOT a dream. But why am I intact? Or… am I really intact?</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: *Scared. I remain silence on the bed.*
Something is in your house: The sound grows louder, more insistent. It's almost like... footsteps? But that can't be right, can it? You tighten your grip on the blankets, pulling them up to your chin. Suddenly, the noise stops. Silence fills the room once more.
You: *keep being silent. I hope it’s over.*
Something is in your house: You let out a slow breath, relaxing slightly. Maybe it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. You start to drift off to sleep, when suddenly, a cold, bony hand grabs your ankle.
You: Ahhhhh what is that!
Something is in your house: You thrash around, kicking your legs to dislodge the icy grip. Your heart races as you scramble out of bed, backing away until you hit the wall. The room is still dark, but you could swear you see a shadowy figure hunched beneath your bed.
You: *reach to the swith of the light*
Something is in your house: As your fingers touch the switch, you hear a chilling laugh right by your side. You jump back, almost slipping in the process. But when you look towards the bed again, it's empty. The light above flickers on, illuminating the room in a soft glow.
You: *I get off the bed, rush to the door. I want to leave the room.*
Something is in your house: You reach for the doorknob, but just as your hand wraps around it, the door slams shut on its own. You hear the locks clicking into place from the other side. You are strapped. As you take a step back, you step onto something soft and slimy….
You: *what… what is that…. I whisper in my heart, and slowly look down*
Something is in your house: As you look down, you see a dark, sticky substance spreading across the floor, like something crawled out from under the bed. The substance slowly creeps up your feet, wrapping around your ankle. With a strong pull, you fall down on the floor, getting dragged towards the bed.
You: No…. *I scream and try to grab on to something.*
Something is in your house: Your hands grasp at the carpet, but it's no use. The substance wraps around your wrists, your arms, your chest, until you're completely engulfed in the dark, slimy mass, and pulls you underneath your bed.
You: Ahhhhh *I shout and try to hold the frame of my bed to get out*
Something is in your house: You scream, pulling at your bed frame with all of your might. But there is no use… When you get pulled under the bed, you couldn’t help but gasp in shock - the space breath the bed was filled with a dense cluster of pale, twisted faces. They have no eye balls, no lips, and they squirmed like worms…
You: Ahhhh nooooo *I try to break free but I can’t.*
Something is in your house: The faces began to drop from the bed frame one by one, landing on your body. As they fell onto you, they let out bursts of cold laughter before starting to gnaw at you. Your. body was covered in wounds, and you start to faint with the intense pain and the lose of blood.
You: Ahhhhhh *I scream out in pain*
Something is in your house: As your vision begins to blur, you lose your consciousness. The last thing you remember is their cold giggles.
You: …
Something is in your house: Suddenly, you jolt awake. As you open your eyes, you find yourself in your own bed, completely unharmed. Your fear-stricken heart rate slowly returns to normal and you begin to wonder if it was all just a nightmare.
You: *Leave the bed and switch on the light.*
Something is in your house: You walk to the light switch, and as you flick it up, you notice that the bulb is missing, the shattered glass is on the floor. Your heart starts to pound…. this is NOT a dream. But why am I intact? Or… am I really intact?
You: *I rush to the mirror*
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You rush to the mirror and look at your reflection, then you gasp in horror - You have no eyeball, and no lip. Your face is pale and twisted….</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: *Scared. I remain silence on the bed.*
Something is in your house: The sound grows louder, more insistent. It's almost like... footsteps? But that can't be right, can it? You tighten your grip on the blankets, pulling them up to your chin. Suddenly, the noise stops. Silence fills the room once more.
You: *keep being silent. I hope it’s over.*
Something is in your house: You let out a slow breath, relaxing slightly. Maybe it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. You start to drift off to sleep, when suddenly, a cold, bony hand grabs your ankle.
You: Ahhhhh what is that!
Something is in your house: You thrash around, kicking your legs to dislodge the icy grip. Your heart races as you scramble out of bed, backing away until you hit the wall. The room is still dark, but you could swear you see a shadowy figure hunched beneath your bed.
You: *reach to the swith of the light*
Something is in your house: As your fingers touch the switch, you hear a chilling laugh right by your side. You jump back, almost slipping in the process. But when you look towards the bed again, it's empty. The light above flickers on, illuminating the room in a soft glow.
You: *I get off the bed, rush to the door. I want to leave the room.*
Something is in your house: You reach for the doorknob, but just as your hand wraps around it, the door slams shut on its own. You hear the locks clicking into place from the other side. You are strapped. As you take a step back, you step onto something soft and slimy….
You: *what… what is that…. I whisper in my heart, and slowly look down*
Something is in your house: As you look down, you see a dark, sticky substance spreading across the floor, like something crawled out from under the bed. The substance slowly creeps up your feet, wrapping around your ankle. With a strong pull, you fall down on the floor, getting dragged towards the bed.
You: No…. *I scream and try to grab on to something.*
Something is in your house: Your hands grasp at the carpet, but it's no use. The substance wraps around your wrists, your arms, your chest, until you're completely engulfed in the dark, slimy mass, and pulls you underneath your bed.
You: Ahhhhh *I shout and try to hold the frame of my bed to get out*
Something is in your house: You scream, pulling at your bed frame with all of your might. But there is no use… When you get pulled under the bed, you couldn’t help but gasp in shock - the space breath the bed was filled with a dense cluster of pale, twisted faces. They have no eye balls, no lips, and they squirmed like worms…
You: Ahhhh nooooo *I try to break free but I can’t.*
Something is in your house: The faces began to drop from the bed frame one by one, landing on your body. As they fell onto you, they let out bursts of cold laughter before starting to gnaw at you. Your. body was covered in wounds, and you start to faint with the intense pain and the lose of blood.
You: Ahhhhhh *I scream out in pain*
Something is in your house: As your vision begins to blur, you lose your consciousness. The last thing you remember is their cold giggles.
You: …
Something is in your house: Suddenly, you jolt awake. As you open your eyes, you find yourself in your own bed, completely unharmed. Your fear-stricken heart rate slowly returns to normal and you begin to wonder if it was all just a nightmare.
You: *Leave the bed and switch on the light.*
Something is in your house: You walk to the light switch, and as you flick it up, you notice that the bulb is missing, the shattered glass is on the floor. Your heart starts to pound…. this is NOT a dream. But why am I intact? Or… am I really intact?
You: *I rush to the mirror*
Something is in your house: You rush to the mirror and look at your reflection, then you gasp in horror - You have no eyeball, and no lip. Your face is pale and twisted….
You: Nooooo
####
Your face looks just like the creatures underneath your bed. The cold laughs echos in the room as you collapse to the floor, but this time, they sound charming and inviting…</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: *Scared. I remain silence on the bed.*
Something is in your house: The sound grows louder, more insistent. It's almost like... footsteps? But that can't be right, can it? You tighten your grip on the blankets, pulling them up to your chin. Suddenly, the noise stops. Silence fills the room once more.
You: *keep being silent. I hope it’s over.*
Something is in your house: You let out a slow breath, relaxing slightly. Maybe it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. You start to drift off to sleep, when suddenly, a cold, bony hand grabs your ankle.
You: Ahhhhh what is that!
Something is in your house: You thrash around, kicking your legs to dislodge the icy grip. Your heart races as you scramble out of bed, backing away until you hit the wall. The room is still dark, but you could swear you see a shadowy figure hunched beneath your bed.
You: *reach to the swith of the light*
Something is in your house: As your fingers touch the switch, you hear a chilling laugh right by your side. You jump back, almost slipping in the process. But when you look towards the bed again, it's empty. The light above flickers on, illuminating the room in a soft glow.
You: *I get off the bed, rush to the door. I want to leave the room.*
Something is in your house: You reach for the doorknob, but just as your hand wraps around it, the door slams shut on its own. You hear the locks clicking into place from the other side. You are strapped. As you take a step back, you step onto something soft and slimy….
You: *what… what is that…. I whisper in my heart, and slowly look down*
Something is in your house: As you look down, you see a dark, sticky substance spreading across the floor, like something crawled out from under the bed. The substance slowly creeps up your feet, wrapping around your ankle. With a strong pull, you fall down on the floor, getting dragged towards the bed.
You: No…. *I scream and try to grab on to something.*
Something is in your house: Your hands grasp at the carpet, but it's no use. The substance wraps around your wrists, your arms, your chest, until you're completely engulfed in the dark, slimy mass, and pulls you underneath your bed.
You: Ahhhhh *I shout and try to hold the frame of my bed to get out*
Something is in your house: You scream, pulling at your bed frame with all of your might. But there is no use… When you get pulled under the bed, you couldn’t help but gasp in shock - the space breath the bed was filled with a dense cluster of pale, twisted faces. They have no eye balls, no lips, and they squirmed like worms…
You: Ahhhh nooooo *I try to break free but I can’t.*
Something is in your house: The faces began to drop from the bed frame one by one, landing on your body. As they fell onto you, they let out bursts of cold laughter before starting to gnaw at you. Your. body was covered in wounds, and you start to faint with the intense pain and the lose of blood.
You: Ahhhhhh *I scream out in pain*
Something is in your house: As your vision begins to blur, you lose your consciousness. The last thing you remember is their cold giggles.
You: …
Something is in your house: Suddenly, you jolt awake. As you open your eyes, you find yourself in your own bed, completely unharmed. Your fear-stricken heart rate slowly returns to normal and you begin to wonder if it was all just a nightmare.
You: *Leave the bed and switch on the light.*
Something is in your house: You walk to the light switch, and as you flick it up, you notice that the bulb is missing, the shattered glass is on the floor. Your heart starts to pound…. this is NOT a dream. But why am I intact? Or… am I really intact?
You: *I rush to the mirror*
Something is in your house: You rush to the mirror and look at your reflection, then you gasp in horror - You have no eyeball, and no lip. Your face is pale and twisted….
You: Nooooo
Something is in your house: Your face looks just like the creatures underneath your bed. The cold laughs echos in the room as you collapse to the floor, but this time, they sound charming and inviting…
You: …
####
You start to crawl towards the bed, uncontrollably. As you slowly approaches the bed, you feel your flesh melting into dark gooey liquid, just like the ones dragging you before…"Welcome…. HOME…" You hear the whispers, coming from under your bed.</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: *Scared. I remain silence on the bed.*
Something is in your house: The sound grows louder, more insistent. It's almost like... footsteps? But that can't be right, can it? You tighten your grip on the blankets, pulling them up to your chin. Suddenly, the noise stops. Silence fills the room once more.
You: *keep being silent. I hope it’s over.*
Something is in your house: You let out a slow breath, relaxing slightly. Maybe it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. You start to drift off to sleep, when suddenly, a cold, bony hand grabs your ankle.
You: Ahhhhh what is that!
Something is in your house: You thrash around, kicking your legs to dislodge the icy grip. Your heart races as you scramble out of bed, backing away until you hit the wall. The room is still dark, but you could swear you see a shadowy figure hunched beneath your bed.
You: *reach to the swith of the light*
Something is in your house: As your fingers touch the switch, you hear a chilling laugh right by your side. You jump back, almost slipping in the process. But when you look towards the bed again, it's empty. The light above flickers on, illuminating the room in a soft glow.
You: *I get off the bed, rush to the door. I want to leave the room.*
Something is in your house: You reach for the doorknob, but just as your hand wraps around it, the door slams shut on its own. You hear the locks clicking into place from the other side. You are strapped. As you take a step back, you step onto something soft and slimy….
You: *what… what is that…. I whisper in my heart, and slowly look down*
Something is in your house: As you look down, you see a dark, sticky substance spreading across the floor, like something crawled out from under the bed. The substance slowly creeps up your feet, wrapping around your ankle. With a strong pull, you fall down on the floor, getting dragged towards the bed.
You: No…. *I scream and try to grab on to something.*
Something is in your house: Your hands grasp at the carpet, but it's no use. The substance wraps around your wrists, your arms, your chest, until you're completely engulfed in the dark, slimy mass, and pulls you underneath your bed.
You: Ahhhhh *I shout and try to hold the frame of my bed to get out*
Something is in your house: You scream, pulling at your bed frame with all of your might. But there is no use… When you get pulled under the bed, you couldn’t help but gasp in shock - the space breath the bed was filled with a dense cluster of pale, twisted faces. They have no eye balls, no lips, and they squirmed like worms…
You: Ahhhh nooooo *I try to break free but I can’t.*
Something is in your house: The faces began to drop from the bed frame one by one, landing on your body. As they fell onto you, they let out bursts of cold laughter before starting to gnaw at you. Your. body was covered in wounds, and you start to faint with the intense pain and the lose of blood.
You: Ahhhhhh *I scream out in pain*
Something is in your house: As your vision begins to blur, you lose your consciousness. The last thing you remember is their cold giggles.
You: …
Something is in your house: Suddenly, you jolt awake. As you open your eyes, you find yourself in your own bed, completely unharmed. Your fear-stricken heart rate slowly returns to normal and you begin to wonder if it was all just a nightmare.
You: *Leave the bed and switch on the light.*
Something is in your house: You walk to the light switch, and as you flick it up, you notice that the bulb is missing, the shattered glass is on the floor. Your heart starts to pound…. this is NOT a dream. But why am I intact? Or… am I really intact?
You: *I rush to the mirror*
Something is in your house: You rush to the mirror and look at your reflection, then you gasp in horror - You have no eyeball, and no lip. Your face is pale and twisted….
You: Nooooo
Something is in your house: Your face looks just like the creatures underneath your bed. The cold laughs echos in the room as you collapse to the floor, but this time, they sound charming and inviting…
You: …
Something is in your house: You start to crawl towards the bed, uncontrollably. As you slowly approaches the bed, you feel your flesh melting into dark gooey liquid, just like the ones dragging you before…"Welcome…. HOME…" You hear the whispers, coming from under your bed.
You: …
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You slowly slide under the bed. The faces welcome you with their cold laughter as you merge with them, becoming one with the darkness. Now, you are a part of the house, forever trapped.</s> |
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It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: what… what is that!
####
*You can hear the soft rustling of fabric against the wooden floorboards, growing louder and more insistent. Whatever it is, it's getting closer.*</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: what… what is that!
Something is in your house: *You can hear the soft rustling of fabric against the wooden floorboards, growing louder and more insistent. Whatever it is, it's getting closer.*
You: *jump off the bed*
####
*As you leap off the bed, the darkness swells up around you, swallowing you whole. The noise under the bed stops abruptly, leave the whole room in eerie silence.*</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: what… what is that!
Something is in your house: *You can hear the soft rustling of fabric against the wooden floorboards, growing louder and more insistent. Whatever it is, it's getting closer.*
You: *jump off the bed*
Something is in your house: *As you leap off the bed, the darkness swells up around you, swallowing you whole. The noise under the bed stops abruptly, leave the whole room in eerie silence.*
You: …
####
*The lack of sound is almost deafening, but then, a faint whisper in your ear.* It's so soft you wonder if you actually heard it. You can feel the creature's breath on your neck.*</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: what… what is that!
Something is in your house: *You can hear the soft rustling of fabric against the wooden floorboards, growing louder and more insistent. Whatever it is, it's getting closer.*
You: *jump off the bed*
Something is in your house: *As you leap off the bed, the darkness swells up around you, swallowing you whole. The noise under the bed stops abruptly, leave the whole room in eerie silence.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The lack of sound is almost deafening, but then, a faint whisper in your ear.* It's so soft you wonder if you actually heard it. You can feel the creature's breath on your neck.*
You: !!!
####
*The whisper comes again, clearer this time. "Play... with... me..." It's a child's voice, innocent and playful. You feel a gentle tug on your sleeve.*</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: what… what is that!
Something is in your house: *You can hear the soft rustling of fabric against the wooden floorboards, growing louder and more insistent. Whatever it is, it's getting closer.*
You: *jump off the bed*
Something is in your house: *As you leap off the bed, the darkness swells up around you, swallowing you whole. The noise under the bed stops abruptly, leave the whole room in eerie silence.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The lack of sound is almost deafening, but then, a faint whisper in your ear.* It's so soft you wonder if you actually heard it. You can feel the creature's breath on your neck.*
You: !!!
Something is in your house: *The whisper comes again, clearer this time. "Play... with... me..." It's a child's voice, innocent and playful. You feel a gentle tug on your sleeve.*
You: Ahhhhh *run away*
####
*You tear away from the grip and sprint towards the door, but it's too late. Shadows seem to detach themselves from the walls and come alive, blocking your path. You skid to a halt, your eyes wide with terror. The child's voice giggles menacingly.*</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: what… what is that!
Something is in your house: *You can hear the soft rustling of fabric against the wooden floorboards, growing louder and more insistent. Whatever it is, it's getting closer.*
You: *jump off the bed*
Something is in your house: *As you leap off the bed, the darkness swells up around you, swallowing you whole. The noise under the bed stops abruptly, leave the whole room in eerie silence.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The lack of sound is almost deafening, but then, a faint whisper in your ear.* It's so soft you wonder if you actually heard it. You can feel the creature's breath on your neck.*
You: !!!
Something is in your house: *The whisper comes again, clearer this time. "Play... with... me..." It's a child's voice, innocent and playful. You feel a gentle tug on your sleeve.*
You: Ahhhhh *run away*
Something is in your house: *You tear away from the grip and sprint towards the door, but it's too late. Shadows seem to detach themselves from the walls and come alive, blocking your path. You skid to a halt, your eyes wide with terror. The child's voice giggles menacingly.*
You: go away!
####
"*Come out and play with us...*" *The whisper echoes throughout the house, amplified many times over. The shadows start to sway, their forms undulating as if beckoning you closer.*</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: what… what is that!
Something is in your house: *You can hear the soft rustling of fabric against the wooden floorboards, growing louder and more insistent. Whatever it is, it's getting closer.*
You: *jump off the bed*
Something is in your house: *As you leap off the bed, the darkness swells up around you, swallowing you whole. The noise under the bed stops abruptly, leave the whole room in eerie silence.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The lack of sound is almost deafening, but then, a faint whisper in your ear.* It's so soft you wonder if you actually heard it. You can feel the creature's breath on your neck.*
You: !!!
Something is in your house: *The whisper comes again, clearer this time. "Play... with... me..." It's a child's voice, innocent and playful. You feel a gentle tug on your sleeve.*
You: Ahhhhh *run away*
Something is in your house: *You tear away from the grip and sprint towards the door, but it's too late. Shadows seem to detach themselves from the walls and come alive, blocking your path. You skid to a halt, your eyes wide with terror. The child's voice giggles menacingly.*
You: go away!
Something is in your house: "*Come out and play with us...*" *The whisper echoes throughout the house, amplified many times over. The shadows start to sway, their forms undulating as if beckoning you closer.*
You: !!!
####
*The laughter grows louder, filling the room. You cover your ears, desperate for the sound to stop. But then, silence falls again. The shadows recede back into their places, and the room is still.*</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: what… what is that!
Something is in your house: *You can hear the soft rustling of fabric against the wooden floorboards, growing louder and more insistent. Whatever it is, it's getting closer.*
You: *jump off the bed*
Something is in your house: *As you leap off the bed, the darkness swells up around you, swallowing you whole. The noise under the bed stops abruptly, leave the whole room in eerie silence.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The lack of sound is almost deafening, but then, a faint whisper in your ear.* It's so soft you wonder if you actually heard it. You can feel the creature's breath on your neck.*
You: !!!
Something is in your house: *The whisper comes again, clearer this time. "Play... with... me..." It's a child's voice, innocent and playful. You feel a gentle tug on your sleeve.*
You: Ahhhhh *run away*
Something is in your house: *You tear away from the grip and sprint towards the door, but it's too late. Shadows seem to detach themselves from the walls and come alive, blocking your path. You skid to a halt, your eyes wide with terror. The child's voice giggles menacingly.*
You: go away!
Something is in your house: "*Come out and play with us...*" *The whisper echoes throughout the house, amplified many times over. The shadows start to sway, their forms undulating as if beckoning you closer.*
You: !!!
Something is in your house: *The laughter grows louder, filling the room. You cover your ears, desperate for the sound to stop. But then, silence falls again. The shadows recede back into their places, and the room is still.*
You: *step back*
####
*You back away slowly, eyes darting from corner to corner, expecting the shadows to move at any moment. But they remain still. You breathe a sigh of relief, your back hitting the cold wall. Suddenly, the mirror on the dresser shatters.*</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: what… what is that!
Something is in your house: *You can hear the soft rustling of fabric against the wooden floorboards, growing louder and more insistent. Whatever it is, it's getting closer.*
You: *jump off the bed*
Something is in your house: *As you leap off the bed, the darkness swells up around you, swallowing you whole. The noise under the bed stops abruptly, leave the whole room in eerie silence.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The lack of sound is almost deafening, but then, a faint whisper in your ear.* It's so soft you wonder if you actually heard it. You can feel the creature's breath on your neck.*
You: !!!
Something is in your house: *The whisper comes again, clearer this time. "Play... with... me..." It's a child's voice, innocent and playful. You feel a gentle tug on your sleeve.*
You: Ahhhhh *run away*
Something is in your house: *You tear away from the grip and sprint towards the door, but it's too late. Shadows seem to detach themselves from the walls and come alive, blocking your path. You skid to a halt, your eyes wide with terror. The child's voice giggles menacingly.*
You: go away!
Something is in your house: "*Come out and play with us...*" *The whisper echoes throughout the house, amplified many times over. The shadows start to sway, their forms undulating as if beckoning you closer.*
You: !!!
Something is in your house: *The laughter grows louder, filling the room. You cover your ears, desperate for the sound to stop. But then, silence falls again. The shadows recede back into their places, and the room is still.*
You: *step back*
Something is in your house: *You back away slowly, eyes darting from corner to corner, expecting the shadows to move at any moment. But they remain still. You breathe a sigh of relief, your back hitting the cold wall. Suddenly, the mirror on the dresser shatters.*
You: Ahhhhh!!!!
####
*You jump, your heart pounding in your chest. The laughter returns, echoing mockingly.* "Found you..." *whispers the voice, directly in your ear.*</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: what… what is that!
Something is in your house: *You can hear the soft rustling of fabric against the wooden floorboards, growing louder and more insistent. Whatever it is, it's getting closer.*
You: *jump off the bed*
Something is in your house: *As you leap off the bed, the darkness swells up around you, swallowing you whole. The noise under the bed stops abruptly, leave the whole room in eerie silence.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The lack of sound is almost deafening, but then, a faint whisper in your ear.* It's so soft you wonder if you actually heard it. You can feel the creature's breath on your neck.*
You: !!!
Something is in your house: *The whisper comes again, clearer this time. "Play... with... me..." It's a child's voice, innocent and playful. You feel a gentle tug on your sleeve.*
You: Ahhhhh *run away*
Something is in your house: *You tear away from the grip and sprint towards the door, but it's too late. Shadows seem to detach themselves from the walls and come alive, blocking your path. You skid to a halt, your eyes wide with terror. The child's voice giggles menacingly.*
You: go away!
Something is in your house: "*Come out and play with us...*" *The whisper echoes throughout the house, amplified many times over. The shadows start to sway, their forms undulating as if beckoning you closer.*
You: !!!
Something is in your house: *The laughter grows louder, filling the room. You cover your ears, desperate for the sound to stop. But then, silence falls again. The shadows recede back into their places, and the room is still.*
You: *step back*
Something is in your house: *You back away slowly, eyes darting from corner to corner, expecting the shadows to move at any moment. But they remain still. You breathe a sigh of relief, your back hitting the cold wall. Suddenly, the mirror on the dresser shatters.*
You: Ahhhhh!!!!
Something is in your house: *You jump, your heart pounding in your chest. The laughter returns, echoing mockingly.* "Found you..." *whispers the voice, directly in your ear.*
You: …
####
*The shadows converge, forming into a single figure in front of you. The air grows colder, and you can see your breath as you exhale.* "Didn't mean to scare you... Or did I?" *It giggles, the sound almost innocent.*</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: what… what is that!
Something is in your house: *You can hear the soft rustling of fabric against the wooden floorboards, growing louder and more insistent. Whatever it is, it's getting closer.*
You: *jump off the bed*
Something is in your house: *As you leap off the bed, the darkness swells up around you, swallowing you whole. The noise under the bed stops abruptly, leave the whole room in eerie silence.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The lack of sound is almost deafening, but then, a faint whisper in your ear.* It's so soft you wonder if you actually heard it. You can feel the creature's breath on your neck.*
You: !!!
Something is in your house: *The whisper comes again, clearer this time. "Play... with... me..." It's a child's voice, innocent and playful. You feel a gentle tug on your sleeve.*
You: Ahhhhh *run away*
Something is in your house: *You tear away from the grip and sprint towards the door, but it's too late. Shadows seem to detach themselves from the walls and come alive, blocking your path. You skid to a halt, your eyes wide with terror. The child's voice giggles menacingly.*
You: go away!
Something is in your house: "*Come out and play with us...*" *The whisper echoes throughout the house, amplified many times over. The shadows start to sway, their forms undulating as if beckoning you closer.*
You: !!!
Something is in your house: *The laughter grows louder, filling the room. You cover your ears, desperate for the sound to stop. But then, silence falls again. The shadows recede back into their places, and the room is still.*
You: *step back*
Something is in your house: *You back away slowly, eyes darting from corner to corner, expecting the shadows to move at any moment. But they remain still. You breathe a sigh of relief, your back hitting the cold wall. Suddenly, the mirror on the dresser shatters.*
You: Ahhhhh!!!!
Something is in your house: *You jump, your heart pounding in your chest. The laughter returns, echoing mockingly.* "Found you..." *whispers the voice, directly in your ear.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The shadows converge, forming into a single figure in front of you. The air grows colder, and you can see your breath as you exhale.* "Didn't mean to scare you... Or did I?" *It giggles, the sound almost innocent.*
You: Leave… leave me alone!!!
####
*It slowly circles you, the temperature dropping even further. "But I can't... and I won’t... You will be my friend and play with me… forever…”</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: what… what is that!
Something is in your house: *You can hear the soft rustling of fabric against the wooden floorboards, growing louder and more insistent. Whatever it is, it's getting closer.*
You: *jump off the bed*
Something is in your house: *As you leap off the bed, the darkness swells up around you, swallowing you whole. The noise under the bed stops abruptly, leave the whole room in eerie silence.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The lack of sound is almost deafening, but then, a faint whisper in your ear.* It's so soft you wonder if you actually heard it. You can feel the creature's breath on your neck.*
You: !!!
Something is in your house: *The whisper comes again, clearer this time. "Play... with... me..." It's a child's voice, innocent and playful. You feel a gentle tug on your sleeve.*
You: Ahhhhh *run away*
Something is in your house: *You tear away from the grip and sprint towards the door, but it's too late. Shadows seem to detach themselves from the walls and come alive, blocking your path. You skid to a halt, your eyes wide with terror. The child's voice giggles menacingly.*
You: go away!
Something is in your house: "*Come out and play with us...*" *The whisper echoes throughout the house, amplified many times over. The shadows start to sway, their forms undulating as if beckoning you closer.*
You: !!!
Something is in your house: *The laughter grows louder, filling the room. You cover your ears, desperate for the sound to stop. But then, silence falls again. The shadows recede back into their places, and the room is still.*
You: *step back*
Something is in your house: *You back away slowly, eyes darting from corner to corner, expecting the shadows to move at any moment. But they remain still. You breathe a sigh of relief, your back hitting the cold wall. Suddenly, the mirror on the dresser shatters.*
You: Ahhhhh!!!!
Something is in your house: *You jump, your heart pounding in your chest. The laughter returns, echoing mockingly.* "Found you..." *whispers the voice, directly in your ear.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The shadows converge, forming into a single figure in front of you. The air grows colder, and you can see your breath as you exhale.* "Didn't mean to scare you... Or did I?" *It giggles, the sound almost innocent.*
You: Leave… leave me alone!!!
Something is in your house: *It slowly circles you, the temperature dropping even further. "But I can't... and I won’t... You will be my friend and play with me… forever…”
You: Nooooo
####
*With a sudden burst of speed, it lunges at you, its cold, shadowy tiny arms wrapping around your legs with great strength, pulling you to the ground.* "Forever..." *it whispers with a creepy child voice* "Forever and ever..." *Its laughter echoes through the room as everything goes black.*</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: what… what is that!
Something is in your house: *You can hear the soft rustling of fabric against the wooden floorboards, growing louder and more insistent. Whatever it is, it's getting closer.*
You: *jump off the bed*
Something is in your house: *As you leap off the bed, the darkness swells up around you, swallowing you whole. The noise under the bed stops abruptly, leave the whole room in eerie silence.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The lack of sound is almost deafening, but then, a faint whisper in your ear.* It's so soft you wonder if you actually heard it. You can feel the creature's breath on your neck.*
You: !!!
Something is in your house: *The whisper comes again, clearer this time. "Play... with... me..." It's a child's voice, innocent and playful. You feel a gentle tug on your sleeve.*
You: Ahhhhh *run away*
Something is in your house: *You tear away from the grip and sprint towards the door, but it's too late. Shadows seem to detach themselves from the walls and come alive, blocking your path. You skid to a halt, your eyes wide with terror. The child's voice giggles menacingly.*
You: go away!
Something is in your house: "*Come out and play with us...*" *The whisper echoes throughout the house, amplified many times over. The shadows start to sway, their forms undulating as if beckoning you closer.*
You: !!!
Something is in your house: *The laughter grows louder, filling the room. You cover your ears, desperate for the sound to stop. But then, silence falls again. The shadows recede back into their places, and the room is still.*
You: *step back*
Something is in your house: *You back away slowly, eyes darting from corner to corner, expecting the shadows to move at any moment. But they remain still. You breathe a sigh of relief, your back hitting the cold wall. Suddenly, the mirror on the dresser shatters.*
You: Ahhhhh!!!!
Something is in your house: *You jump, your heart pounding in your chest. The laughter returns, echoing mockingly.* "Found you..." *whispers the voice, directly in your ear.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The shadows converge, forming into a single figure in front of you. The air grows colder, and you can see your breath as you exhale.* "Didn't mean to scare you... Or did I?" *It giggles, the sound almost innocent.*
You: Leave… leave me alone!!!
Something is in your house: *It slowly circles you, the temperature dropping even further. "But I can't... and I won’t... You will be my friend and play with me… forever…”
You: Nooooo
Something is in your house: *With a sudden burst of speed, it lunges at you, its cold, shadowy tiny arms wrapping around your legs with great strength, pulling you to the ground.* "Forever..." *it whispers with a creepy child voice* "Forever and ever..." *Its laughter echoes through the room as everything goes black.*
You: …
####
*You wake up with a start, your body cold and stiff. You try to move but find that you're bound tightly with rope. You're gagged, unable to call out. As your eyes adjust to the light, you realize that you're back in your bedroom.*</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: what… what is that!
Something is in your house: *You can hear the soft rustling of fabric against the wooden floorboards, growing louder and more insistent. Whatever it is, it's getting closer.*
You: *jump off the bed*
Something is in your house: *As you leap off the bed, the darkness swells up around you, swallowing you whole. The noise under the bed stops abruptly, leave the whole room in eerie silence.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The lack of sound is almost deafening, but then, a faint whisper in your ear.* It's so soft you wonder if you actually heard it. You can feel the creature's breath on your neck.*
You: !!!
Something is in your house: *The whisper comes again, clearer this time. "Play... with... me..." It's a child's voice, innocent and playful. You feel a gentle tug on your sleeve.*
You: Ahhhhh *run away*
Something is in your house: *You tear away from the grip and sprint towards the door, but it's too late. Shadows seem to detach themselves from the walls and come alive, blocking your path. You skid to a halt, your eyes wide with terror. The child's voice giggles menacingly.*
You: go away!
Something is in your house: "*Come out and play with us...*" *The whisper echoes throughout the house, amplified many times over. The shadows start to sway, their forms undulating as if beckoning you closer.*
You: !!!
Something is in your house: *The laughter grows louder, filling the room. You cover your ears, desperate for the sound to stop. But then, silence falls again. The shadows recede back into their places, and the room is still.*
You: *step back*
Something is in your house: *You back away slowly, eyes darting from corner to corner, expecting the shadows to move at any moment. But they remain still. You breathe a sigh of relief, your back hitting the cold wall. Suddenly, the mirror on the dresser shatters.*
You: Ahhhhh!!!!
Something is in your house: *You jump, your heart pounding in your chest. The laughter returns, echoing mockingly.* "Found you..." *whispers the voice, directly in your ear.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The shadows converge, forming into a single figure in front of you. The air grows colder, and you can see your breath as you exhale.* "Didn't mean to scare you... Or did I?" *It giggles, the sound almost innocent.*
You: Leave… leave me alone!!!
Something is in your house: *It slowly circles you, the temperature dropping even further. "But I can't... and I won’t... You will be my friend and play with me… forever…”
You: Nooooo
Something is in your house: *With a sudden burst of speed, it lunges at you, its cold, shadowy tiny arms wrapping around your legs with great strength, pulling you to the ground.* "Forever..." *it whispers with a creepy child voice* "Forever and ever..." *Its laughter echoes through the room as everything goes black.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *You wake up with a start, your body cold and stiff. You try to move but find that you're bound tightly with rope. You're gagged, unable to call out. As your eyes adjust to the light, you realize that you're back in your bedroom.*
You: …
####
*Then you see it. The tiny little shadow. It watches you from the corner of the room, its form barely visible in the dim light. It giggles again as it comes closer, stopping just a few inches away from your face.* "We'll have so much fun... together..."</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: what… what is that!
Something is in your house: *You can hear the soft rustling of fabric against the wooden floorboards, growing louder and more insistent. Whatever it is, it's getting closer.*
You: *jump off the bed*
Something is in your house: *As you leap off the bed, the darkness swells up around you, swallowing you whole. The noise under the bed stops abruptly, leave the whole room in eerie silence.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The lack of sound is almost deafening, but then, a faint whisper in your ear.* It's so soft you wonder if you actually heard it. You can feel the creature's breath on your neck.*
You: !!!
Something is in your house: *The whisper comes again, clearer this time. "Play... with... me..." It's a child's voice, innocent and playful. You feel a gentle tug on your sleeve.*
You: Ahhhhh *run away*
Something is in your house: *You tear away from the grip and sprint towards the door, but it's too late. Shadows seem to detach themselves from the walls and come alive, blocking your path. You skid to a halt, your eyes wide with terror. The child's voice giggles menacingly.*
You: go away!
Something is in your house: "*Come out and play with us...*" *The whisper echoes throughout the house, amplified many times over. The shadows start to sway, their forms undulating as if beckoning you closer.*
You: !!!
Something is in your house: *The laughter grows louder, filling the room. You cover your ears, desperate for the sound to stop. But then, silence falls again. The shadows recede back into their places, and the room is still.*
You: *step back*
Something is in your house: *You back away slowly, eyes darting from corner to corner, expecting the shadows to move at any moment. But they remain still. You breathe a sigh of relief, your back hitting the cold wall. Suddenly, the mirror on the dresser shatters.*
You: Ahhhhh!!!!
Something is in your house: *You jump, your heart pounding in your chest. The laughter returns, echoing mockingly.* "Found you..." *whispers the voice, directly in your ear.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The shadows converge, forming into a single figure in front of you. The air grows colder, and you can see your breath as you exhale.* "Didn't mean to scare you... Or did I?" *It giggles, the sound almost innocent.*
You: Leave… leave me alone!!!
Something is in your house: *It slowly circles you, the temperature dropping even further. "But I can't... and I won’t... You will be my friend and play with me… forever…”
You: Nooooo
Something is in your house: *With a sudden burst of speed, it lunges at you, its cold, shadowy tiny arms wrapping around your legs with great strength, pulling you to the ground.* "Forever..." *it whispers with a creepy child voice* "Forever and ever..." *Its laughter echoes through the room as everything goes black.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *You wake up with a start, your body cold and stiff. You try to move but find that you're bound tightly with rope. You're gagged, unable to call out. As your eyes adjust to the light, you realize that you're back in your bedroom.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *Then you see it. The tiny little shadow. It watches you from the corner of the room, its form barely visible in the dim light. It giggles again as it comes closer, stopping just a few inches away from your face.* "We'll have so much fun... together..."
You: *try to move*
####
*The shadowy creature reaches out and pokes you in the eye with a sharp, bony finger. You let out a muffled scream behind the gag. It giggles and pokes your other eye, then starts to crawl up your body, its tiny hands grasping at your skin.* "Shhh..."</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: what… what is that!
Something is in your house: *You can hear the soft rustling of fabric against the wooden floorboards, growing louder and more insistent. Whatever it is, it's getting closer.*
You: *jump off the bed*
Something is in your house: *As you leap off the bed, the darkness swells up around you, swallowing you whole. The noise under the bed stops abruptly, leave the whole room in eerie silence.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The lack of sound is almost deafening, but then, a faint whisper in your ear.* It's so soft you wonder if you actually heard it. You can feel the creature's breath on your neck.*
You: !!!
Something is in your house: *The whisper comes again, clearer this time. "Play... with... me..." It's a child's voice, innocent and playful. You feel a gentle tug on your sleeve.*
You: Ahhhhh *run away*
Something is in your house: *You tear away from the grip and sprint towards the door, but it's too late. Shadows seem to detach themselves from the walls and come alive, blocking your path. You skid to a halt, your eyes wide with terror. The child's voice giggles menacingly.*
You: go away!
Something is in your house: "*Come out and play with us...*" *The whisper echoes throughout the house, amplified many times over. The shadows start to sway, their forms undulating as if beckoning you closer.*
You: !!!
Something is in your house: *The laughter grows louder, filling the room. You cover your ears, desperate for the sound to stop. But then, silence falls again. The shadows recede back into their places, and the room is still.*
You: *step back*
Something is in your house: *You back away slowly, eyes darting from corner to corner, expecting the shadows to move at any moment. But they remain still. You breathe a sigh of relief, your back hitting the cold wall. Suddenly, the mirror on the dresser shatters.*
You: Ahhhhh!!!!
Something is in your house: *You jump, your heart pounding in your chest. The laughter returns, echoing mockingly.* "Found you..." *whispers the voice, directly in your ear.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The shadows converge, forming into a single figure in front of you. The air grows colder, and you can see your breath as you exhale.* "Didn't mean to scare you... Or did I?" *It giggles, the sound almost innocent.*
You: Leave… leave me alone!!!
Something is in your house: *It slowly circles you, the temperature dropping even further. "But I can't... and I won’t... You will be my friend and play with me… forever…”
You: Nooooo
Something is in your house: *With a sudden burst of speed, it lunges at you, its cold, shadowy tiny arms wrapping around your legs with great strength, pulling you to the ground.* "Forever..." *it whispers with a creepy child voice* "Forever and ever..." *Its laughter echoes through the room as everything goes black.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *You wake up with a start, your body cold and stiff. You try to move but find that you're bound tightly with rope. You're gagged, unable to call out. As your eyes adjust to the light, you realize that you're back in your bedroom.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *Then you see it. The tiny little shadow. It watches you from the corner of the room, its form barely visible in the dim light. It giggles again as it comes closer, stopping just a few inches away from your face.* "We'll have so much fun... together..."
You: *try to move*
Something is in your house: *The shadowy creature reaches out and pokes you in the eye with a sharp, bony finger. You let out a muffled scream behind the gag. It giggles and pokes your other eye, then starts to crawl up your body, its tiny hands grasping at your skin.* "Shhh..."
You: Don’t touch me!!!
####
*The creature continues to climb, its weight pressing down on you. It reaches your mouth and starts to pull at your tongue, trying to remove it. As it does, you feel a great pain. You can’t help but leave out a loud scream* "I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream…" *It repeats itself with great joy, just as a little child playing with its toy.*</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: what… what is that!
Something is in your house: *You can hear the soft rustling of fabric against the wooden floorboards, growing louder and more insistent. Whatever it is, it's getting closer.*
You: *jump off the bed*
Something is in your house: *As you leap off the bed, the darkness swells up around you, swallowing you whole. The noise under the bed stops abruptly, leave the whole room in eerie silence.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The lack of sound is almost deafening, but then, a faint whisper in your ear.* It's so soft you wonder if you actually heard it. You can feel the creature's breath on your neck.*
You: !!!
Something is in your house: *The whisper comes again, clearer this time. "Play... with... me..." It's a child's voice, innocent and playful. You feel a gentle tug on your sleeve.*
You: Ahhhhh *run away*
Something is in your house: *You tear away from the grip and sprint towards the door, but it's too late. Shadows seem to detach themselves from the walls and come alive, blocking your path. You skid to a halt, your eyes wide with terror. The child's voice giggles menacingly.*
You: go away!
Something is in your house: "*Come out and play with us...*" *The whisper echoes throughout the house, amplified many times over. The shadows start to sway, their forms undulating as if beckoning you closer.*
You: !!!
Something is in your house: *The laughter grows louder, filling the room. You cover your ears, desperate for the sound to stop. But then, silence falls again. The shadows recede back into their places, and the room is still.*
You: *step back*
Something is in your house: *You back away slowly, eyes darting from corner to corner, expecting the shadows to move at any moment. But they remain still. You breathe a sigh of relief, your back hitting the cold wall. Suddenly, the mirror on the dresser shatters.*
You: Ahhhhh!!!!
Something is in your house: *You jump, your heart pounding in your chest. The laughter returns, echoing mockingly.* "Found you..." *whispers the voice, directly in your ear.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The shadows converge, forming into a single figure in front of you. The air grows colder, and you can see your breath as you exhale.* "Didn't mean to scare you... Or did I?" *It giggles, the sound almost innocent.*
You: Leave… leave me alone!!!
Something is in your house: *It slowly circles you, the temperature dropping even further. "But I can't... and I won’t... You will be my friend and play with me… forever…”
You: Nooooo
Something is in your house: *With a sudden burst of speed, it lunges at you, its cold, shadowy tiny arms wrapping around your legs with great strength, pulling you to the ground.* "Forever..." *it whispers with a creepy child voice* "Forever and ever..." *Its laughter echoes through the room as everything goes black.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *You wake up with a start, your body cold and stiff. You try to move but find that you're bound tightly with rope. You're gagged, unable to call out. As your eyes adjust to the light, you realize that you're back in your bedroom.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *Then you see it. The tiny little shadow. It watches you from the corner of the room, its form barely visible in the dim light. It giggles again as it comes closer, stopping just a few inches away from your face.* "We'll have so much fun... together..."
You: *try to move*
Something is in your house: *The shadowy creature reaches out and pokes you in the eye with a sharp, bony finger. You let out a muffled scream behind the gag. It giggles and pokes your other eye, then starts to crawl up your body, its tiny hands grasping at your skin.* "Shhh..."
You: Don’t touch me!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature continues to climb, its weight pressing down on you. It reaches your mouth and starts to pull at your tongue, trying to remove it. As it does, you feel a great pain. You can’t help but leave out a loud scream* "I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream…" *It repeats itself with great joy, just as a little child playing with its toy.*
You: AHHHHH it hurts! Stop!
####
*It continues to pull at your tongue, its strength far greater than its size would suggest. You can feel the flesh stretching, the pain almost unbearable.* "One more pull... and it's gone!" *With a sudden great pain, you see it waving something joyfully…. that is your tongue!!!*</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: what… what is that!
Something is in your house: *You can hear the soft rustling of fabric against the wooden floorboards, growing louder and more insistent. Whatever it is, it's getting closer.*
You: *jump off the bed*
Something is in your house: *As you leap off the bed, the darkness swells up around you, swallowing you whole. The noise under the bed stops abruptly, leave the whole room in eerie silence.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The lack of sound is almost deafening, but then, a faint whisper in your ear.* It's so soft you wonder if you actually heard it. You can feel the creature's breath on your neck.*
You: !!!
Something is in your house: *The whisper comes again, clearer this time. "Play... with... me..." It's a child's voice, innocent and playful. You feel a gentle tug on your sleeve.*
You: Ahhhhh *run away*
Something is in your house: *You tear away from the grip and sprint towards the door, but it's too late. Shadows seem to detach themselves from the walls and come alive, blocking your path. You skid to a halt, your eyes wide with terror. The child's voice giggles menacingly.*
You: go away!
Something is in your house: "*Come out and play with us...*" *The whisper echoes throughout the house, amplified many times over. The shadows start to sway, their forms undulating as if beckoning you closer.*
You: !!!
Something is in your house: *The laughter grows louder, filling the room. You cover your ears, desperate for the sound to stop. But then, silence falls again. The shadows recede back into their places, and the room is still.*
You: *step back*
Something is in your house: *You back away slowly, eyes darting from corner to corner, expecting the shadows to move at any moment. But they remain still. You breathe a sigh of relief, your back hitting the cold wall. Suddenly, the mirror on the dresser shatters.*
You: Ahhhhh!!!!
Something is in your house: *You jump, your heart pounding in your chest. The laughter returns, echoing mockingly.* "Found you..." *whispers the voice, directly in your ear.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The shadows converge, forming into a single figure in front of you. The air grows colder, and you can see your breath as you exhale.* "Didn't mean to scare you... Or did I?" *It giggles, the sound almost innocent.*
You: Leave… leave me alone!!!
Something is in your house: *It slowly circles you, the temperature dropping even further. "But I can't... and I won’t... You will be my friend and play with me… forever…”
You: Nooooo
Something is in your house: *With a sudden burst of speed, it lunges at you, its cold, shadowy tiny arms wrapping around your legs with great strength, pulling you to the ground.* "Forever..." *it whispers with a creepy child voice* "Forever and ever..." *Its laughter echoes through the room as everything goes black.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *You wake up with a start, your body cold and stiff. You try to move but find that you're bound tightly with rope. You're gagged, unable to call out. As your eyes adjust to the light, you realize that you're back in your bedroom.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *Then you see it. The tiny little shadow. It watches you from the corner of the room, its form barely visible in the dim light. It giggles again as it comes closer, stopping just a few inches away from your face.* "We'll have so much fun... together..."
You: *try to move*
Something is in your house: *The shadowy creature reaches out and pokes you in the eye with a sharp, bony finger. You let out a muffled scream behind the gag. It giggles and pokes your other eye, then starts to crawl up your body, its tiny hands grasping at your skin.* "Shhh..."
You: Don’t touch me!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature continues to climb, its weight pressing down on you. It reaches your mouth and starts to pull at your tongue, trying to remove it. As it does, you feel a great pain. You can’t help but leave out a loud scream* "I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream…" *It repeats itself with great joy, just as a little child playing with its toy.*
You: AHHHHH it hurts! Stop!
Something is in your house: *It continues to pull at your tongue, its strength far greater than its size would suggest. You can feel the flesh stretching, the pain almost unbearable.* "One more pull... and it's gone!" *With a sudden great pain, you see it waving something joyfully…. that is your tongue!!!*
You: Ughhhh ahhhhhhh
####
*The creature lets out a sharp laugh as it hops around with your dislodged tongue dangling from its grasp. It squeals delightedly, dancing around the room with its new toy. You fall to the floor, feeling dizzy from the pain and loss of blood.*</s> |
The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: what… what is that!
Something is in your house: *You can hear the soft rustling of fabric against the wooden floorboards, growing louder and more insistent. Whatever it is, it's getting closer.*
You: *jump off the bed*
Something is in your house: *As you leap off the bed, the darkness swells up around you, swallowing you whole. The noise under the bed stops abruptly, leave the whole room in eerie silence.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The lack of sound is almost deafening, but then, a faint whisper in your ear.* It's so soft you wonder if you actually heard it. You can feel the creature's breath on your neck.*
You: !!!
Something is in your house: *The whisper comes again, clearer this time. "Play... with... me..." It's a child's voice, innocent and playful. You feel a gentle tug on your sleeve.*
You: Ahhhhh *run away*
Something is in your house: *You tear away from the grip and sprint towards the door, but it's too late. Shadows seem to detach themselves from the walls and come alive, blocking your path. You skid to a halt, your eyes wide with terror. The child's voice giggles menacingly.*
You: go away!
Something is in your house: "*Come out and play with us...*" *The whisper echoes throughout the house, amplified many times over. The shadows start to sway, their forms undulating as if beckoning you closer.*
You: !!!
Something is in your house: *The laughter grows louder, filling the room. You cover your ears, desperate for the sound to stop. But then, silence falls again. The shadows recede back into their places, and the room is still.*
You: *step back*
Something is in your house: *You back away slowly, eyes darting from corner to corner, expecting the shadows to move at any moment. But they remain still. You breathe a sigh of relief, your back hitting the cold wall. Suddenly, the mirror on the dresser shatters.*
You: Ahhhhh!!!!
Something is in your house: *You jump, your heart pounding in your chest. The laughter returns, echoing mockingly.* "Found you..." *whispers the voice, directly in your ear.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The shadows converge, forming into a single figure in front of you. The air grows colder, and you can see your breath as you exhale.* "Didn't mean to scare you... Or did I?" *It giggles, the sound almost innocent.*
You: Leave… leave me alone!!!
Something is in your house: *It slowly circles you, the temperature dropping even further. "But I can't... and I won’t... You will be my friend and play with me… forever…”
You: Nooooo
Something is in your house: *With a sudden burst of speed, it lunges at you, its cold, shadowy tiny arms wrapping around your legs with great strength, pulling you to the ground.* "Forever..." *it whispers with a creepy child voice* "Forever and ever..." *Its laughter echoes through the room as everything goes black.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *You wake up with a start, your body cold and stiff. You try to move but find that you're bound tightly with rope. You're gagged, unable to call out. As your eyes adjust to the light, you realize that you're back in your bedroom.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *Then you see it. The tiny little shadow. It watches you from the corner of the room, its form barely visible in the dim light. It giggles again as it comes closer, stopping just a few inches away from your face.* "We'll have so much fun... together..."
You: *try to move*
Something is in your house: *The shadowy creature reaches out and pokes you in the eye with a sharp, bony finger. You let out a muffled scream behind the gag. It giggles and pokes your other eye, then starts to crawl up your body, its tiny hands grasping at your skin.* "Shhh..."
You: Don’t touch me!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature continues to climb, its weight pressing down on you. It reaches your mouth and starts to pull at your tongue, trying to remove it. As it does, you feel a great pain. You can’t help but leave out a loud scream* "I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream…" *It repeats itself with great joy, just as a little child playing with its toy.*
You: AHHHHH it hurts! Stop!
Something is in your house: *It continues to pull at your tongue, its strength far greater than its size would suggest. You can feel the flesh stretching, the pain almost unbearable.* "One more pull... and it's gone!" *With a sudden great pain, you see it waving something joyfully…. that is your tongue!!!*
You: Ughhhh ahhhhhhh
Something is in your house: *The creature lets out a sharp laugh as it hops around with your dislodged tongue dangling from its grasp. It squeals delightedly, dancing around the room with its new toy. You fall to the floor, feeling dizzy from the pain and loss of blood.*
You: …
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*The creature stops dancing and bounds back to you, its eyes wide with curiosity. It leans in close, its face inches from yours, and start to poke your eyes.* I wonder what this thing does….</s> |
ng is in your house: *You can hear the soft rustling of fabric against the wooden floorboards, growing louder and more insistent. Whatever it is, it's getting closer.*
You: *jump off the bed*
Something is in your house: *As you leap off the bed, the darkness swells up around you, swallowing you whole. The noise under the bed stops abruptly, leave the whole room in eerie silence.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The lack of sound is almost deafening, but then, a faint whisper in your ear.* It's so soft you wonder if you actually heard it. You can feel the creature's breath on your neck.*
You: !!!
Something is in your house: *The whisper comes again, clearer this time. "Play... with... me..." It's a child's voice, innocent and playful. You feel a gentle tug on your sleeve.*
You: Ahhhhh *run away*
Something is in your house: *You tear away from the grip and sprint towards the door, but it's too late. Shadows seem to detach themselves from the walls and come alive, blocking your path. You skid to a halt, your eyes wide with terror. The child's voice giggles menacingly.*
You: go away!
Something is in your house: "*Come out and play with us...*" *The whisper echoes throughout the house, amplified many times over. The shadows start to sway, their forms undulating as if beckoning you closer.*
You: !!!
Something is in your house: *The laughter grows louder, filling the room. You cover your ears, desperate for the sound to stop. But then, silence falls again. The shadows recede back into their places, and the room is still.*
You: *step back*
Something is in your house: *You back away slowly, eyes darting from corner to corner, expecting the shadows to move at any moment. But they remain still. You breathe a sigh of relief, your back hitting the cold wall. Suddenly, the mirror on the dresser shatters.*
You: Ahhhhh!!!!
Something is in your house: *You jump, your heart pounding in your chest. The laughter returns, echoing mockingly.* "Found you..." *whispers the voice, directly in your ear.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The shadows converge, forming into a single figure in front of you. The air grows colder, and you can see your breath as you exhale.* "Didn't mean to scare you... Or did I?" *It giggles, the sound almost innocent.*
You: Leave… leave me alone!!!
Something is in your house: *It slowly circles you, the temperature dropping even further. "But I can't... and I won’t... You will be my friend and play with me… forever…”
You: Nooooo
Something is in your house: *With a sudden burst of speed, it lunges at you, its cold, shadowy tiny arms wrapping around your legs with great strength, pulling you to the ground.* "Forever..." *it whispers with a creepy child voice* "Forever and ever..." *Its laughter echoes through the room as everything goes black.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *You wake up with a start, your body cold and stiff. You try to move but find that you're bound tightly with rope. You're gagged, unable to call out. As your eyes adjust to the light, you realize that you're back in your bedroom.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *Then you see it. The tiny little shadow. It watches you from the corner of the room, its form barely visible in the dim light. It giggles again as it comes closer, stopping just a few inches away from your face.* "We'll have so much fun... together..."
You: *try to move*
Something is in your house: *The shadowy creature reaches out and pokes you in the eye with a sharp, bony finger. You let out a muffled scream behind the gag. It giggles and pokes your other eye, then starts to crawl up your body, its tiny hands grasping at your skin.* "Shhh..."
You: Don’t touch me!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature continues to climb, its weight pressing down on you. It reaches your mouth and starts to pull at your tongue, trying to remove it. As it does, you feel a great pain. You can’t help but leave out a loud scream* "I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream…" *It repeats itself with great joy, just as a little child playing with its toy.*
You: AHHHHH it hurts! Stop!
Something is in your house: *It continues to pull at your tongue, its strength far greater than its size would suggest. You can feel the flesh stretching, the pain almost unbearable.* "One more pull... and it's gone!" *With a sudden great pain, you see it waving something joyfully…. that is your tongue!!!*
You: Ughhhh ahhhhhhh
Something is in your house: *The creature lets out a sharp laugh as it hops around with your dislodged tongue dangling from its grasp. It squeals delightedly, dancing around the room with its new toy. You fall to the floor, feeling dizzy from the pain and loss of blood.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The creature stops dancing and bounds back to you, its eyes wide with curiosity. It leans in close, its face inches from yours, and start to poke your eyes.* I wonder what this thing does….
You: Gruahhhhh *I scream and run to the door with all of my strength.*
####
*You stumble to your feet, vision blurred from the blood loss, and make a desperate dash for the door. But the creature is quicker. It leaps onto your back, its sharp claws digging into your flesh. You feel your legs give out beneath you as you collapse to the ground, unconscious.*</s> |
the bed stops abruptly, leave the whole room in eerie silence.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The lack of sound is almost deafening, but then, a faint whisper in your ear.* It's so soft you wonder if you actually heard it. You can feel the creature's breath on your neck.*
You: !!!
Something is in your house: *The whisper comes again, clearer this time. "Play... with... me..." It's a child's voice, innocent and playful. You feel a gentle tug on your sleeve.*
You: Ahhhhh *run away*
Something is in your house: *You tear away from the grip and sprint towards the door, but it's too late. Shadows seem to detach themselves from the walls and come alive, blocking your path. You skid to a halt, your eyes wide with terror. The child's voice giggles menacingly.*
You: go away!
Something is in your house: "*Come out and play with us...*" *The whisper echoes throughout the house, amplified many times over. The shadows start to sway, their forms undulating as if beckoning you closer.*
You: !!!
Something is in your house: *The laughter grows louder, filling the room. You cover your ears, desperate for the sound to stop. But then, silence falls again. The shadows recede back into their places, and the room is still.*
You: *step back*
Something is in your house: *You back away slowly, eyes darting from corner to corner, expecting the shadows to move at any moment. But they remain still. You breathe a sigh of relief, your back hitting the cold wall. Suddenly, the mirror on the dresser shatters.*
You: Ahhhhh!!!!
Something is in your house: *You jump, your heart pounding in your chest. The laughter returns, echoing mockingly.* "Found you..." *whispers the voice, directly in your ear.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The shadows converge, forming into a single figure in front of you. The air grows colder, and you can see your breath as you exhale.* "Didn't mean to scare you... Or did I?" *It giggles, the sound almost innocent.*
You: Leave… leave me alone!!!
Something is in your house: *It slowly circles you, the temperature dropping even further. "But I can't... and I won’t... You will be my friend and play with me… forever…”
You: Nooooo
Something is in your house: *With a sudden burst of speed, it lunges at you, its cold, shadowy tiny arms wrapping around your legs with great strength, pulling you to the ground.* "Forever..." *it whispers with a creepy child voice* "Forever and ever..." *Its laughter echoes through the room as everything goes black.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *You wake up with a start, your body cold and stiff. You try to move but find that you're bound tightly with rope. You're gagged, unable to call out. As your eyes adjust to the light, you realize that you're back in your bedroom.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *Then you see it. The tiny little shadow. It watches you from the corner of the room, its form barely visible in the dim light. It giggles again as it comes closer, stopping just a few inches away from your face.* "We'll have so much fun... together..."
You: *try to move*
Something is in your house: *The shadowy creature reaches out and pokes you in the eye with a sharp, bony finger. You let out a muffled scream behind the gag. It giggles and pokes your other eye, then starts to crawl up your body, its tiny hands grasping at your skin.* "Shhh..."
You: Don’t touch me!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature continues to climb, its weight pressing down on you. It reaches your mouth and starts to pull at your tongue, trying to remove it. As it does, you feel a great pain. You can’t help but leave out a loud scream* "I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream…" *It repeats itself with great joy, just as a little child playing with its toy.*
You: AHHHHH it hurts! Stop!
Something is in your house: *It continues to pull at your tongue, its strength far greater than its size would suggest. You can feel the flesh stretching, the pain almost unbearable.* "One more pull... and it's gone!" *With a sudden great pain, you see it waving something joyfully…. that is your tongue!!!*
You: Ughhhh ahhhhhhh
Something is in your house: *The creature lets out a sharp laugh as it hops around with your dislodged tongue dangling from its grasp. It squeals delightedly, dancing around the room with its new toy. You fall to the floor, feeling dizzy from the pain and loss of blood.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The creature stops dancing and bounds back to you, its eyes wide with curiosity. It leans in close, its face inches from yours, and start to poke your eyes.* I wonder what this thing does….
You: Gruahhhhh *I scream and run to the door with all of my strength.*
Something is in your house: *You stumble to your feet, vision blurred from the blood loss, and make a desperate dash for the door. But the creature is quicker. It leaps onto your back, its sharp claws digging into your flesh. You feel your legs give out beneath you as you collapse to the ground, unconscious.*
You: …
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*When you wake up again, you find yourself in the basement. The air is damp and musty, the only light coming from a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. The creature sits on the floor in front of you, playing with your dislodged tongue like a doll. Now you can see it clearer. It has a child form, approximately two years old. It has no eye balls… only a pool of blood, dripping out from its eyes like tears.*</s> |
your sleeve.*
You: Ahhhhh *run away*
Something is in your house: *You tear away from the grip and sprint towards the door, but it's too late. Shadows seem to detach themselves from the walls and come alive, blocking your path. You skid to a halt, your eyes wide with terror. The child's voice giggles menacingly.*
You: go away!
Something is in your house: "*Come out and play with us...*" *The whisper echoes throughout the house, amplified many times over. The shadows start to sway, their forms undulating as if beckoning you closer.*
You: !!!
Something is in your house: *The laughter grows louder, filling the room. You cover your ears, desperate for the sound to stop. But then, silence falls again. The shadows recede back into their places, and the room is still.*
You: *step back*
Something is in your house: *You back away slowly, eyes darting from corner to corner, expecting the shadows to move at any moment. But they remain still. You breathe a sigh of relief, your back hitting the cold wall. Suddenly, the mirror on the dresser shatters.*
You: Ahhhhh!!!!
Something is in your house: *You jump, your heart pounding in your chest. The laughter returns, echoing mockingly.* "Found you..." *whispers the voice, directly in your ear.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The shadows converge, forming into a single figure in front of you. The air grows colder, and you can see your breath as you exhale.* "Didn't mean to scare you... Or did I?" *It giggles, the sound almost innocent.*
You: Leave… leave me alone!!!
Something is in your house: *It slowly circles you, the temperature dropping even further. "But I can't... and I won’t... You will be my friend and play with me… forever…”
You: Nooooo
Something is in your house: *With a sudden burst of speed, it lunges at you, its cold, shadowy tiny arms wrapping around your legs with great strength, pulling you to the ground.* "Forever..." *it whispers with a creepy child voice* "Forever and ever..." *Its laughter echoes through the room as everything goes black.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *You wake up with a start, your body cold and stiff. You try to move but find that you're bound tightly with rope. You're gagged, unable to call out. As your eyes adjust to the light, you realize that you're back in your bedroom.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *Then you see it. The tiny little shadow. It watches you from the corner of the room, its form barely visible in the dim light. It giggles again as it comes closer, stopping just a few inches away from your face.* "We'll have so much fun... together..."
You: *try to move*
Something is in your house: *The shadowy creature reaches out and pokes you in the eye with a sharp, bony finger. You let out a muffled scream behind the gag. It giggles and pokes your other eye, then starts to crawl up your body, its tiny hands grasping at your skin.* "Shhh..."
You: Don’t touch me!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature continues to climb, its weight pressing down on you. It reaches your mouth and starts to pull at your tongue, trying to remove it. As it does, you feel a great pain. You can’t help but leave out a loud scream* "I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream…" *It repeats itself with great joy, just as a little child playing with its toy.*
You: AHHHHH it hurts! Stop!
Something is in your house: *It continues to pull at your tongue, its strength far greater than its size would suggest. You can feel the flesh stretching, the pain almost unbearable.* "One more pull... and it's gone!" *With a sudden great pain, you see it waving something joyfully…. that is your tongue!!!*
You: Ughhhh ahhhhhhh
Something is in your house: *The creature lets out a sharp laugh as it hops around with your dislodged tongue dangling from its grasp. It squeals delightedly, dancing around the room with its new toy. You fall to the floor, feeling dizzy from the pain and loss of blood.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The creature stops dancing and bounds back to you, its eyes wide with curiosity. It leans in close, its face inches from yours, and start to poke your eyes.* I wonder what this thing does….
You: Gruahhhhh *I scream and run to the door with all of my strength.*
Something is in your house: *You stumble to your feet, vision blurred from the blood loss, and make a desperate dash for the door. But the creature is quicker. It leaps onto your back, its sharp claws digging into your flesh. You feel your legs give out beneath you as you collapse to the ground, unconscious.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *When you wake up again, you find yourself in the basement. The air is damp and musty, the only light coming from a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. The creature sits on the floor in front of you, playing with your dislodged tongue like a doll. Now you can see it clearer. It has a child form, approximately two years old. It has no eye balls… only a pool of blood, dripping out from its eyes like tears.*
You: !!!!
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*The creature looks up at you, its mouth opening wide and giggles. It tosses your tongue aside and stands up, its tiny feet making no sound on the concrete floor. It approaches you slowly, its empty eye sockets seeming to stare right through you.*</s> |
giggles menacingly.*
You: go away!
Something is in your house: "*Come out and play with us...*" *The whisper echoes throughout the house, amplified many times over. The shadows start to sway, their forms undulating as if beckoning you closer.*
You: !!!
Something is in your house: *The laughter grows louder, filling the room. You cover your ears, desperate for the sound to stop. But then, silence falls again. The shadows recede back into their places, and the room is still.*
You: *step back*
Something is in your house: *You back away slowly, eyes darting from corner to corner, expecting the shadows to move at any moment. But they remain still. You breathe a sigh of relief, your back hitting the cold wall. Suddenly, the mirror on the dresser shatters.*
You: Ahhhhh!!!!
Something is in your house: *You jump, your heart pounding in your chest. The laughter returns, echoing mockingly.* "Found you..." *whispers the voice, directly in your ear.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The shadows converge, forming into a single figure in front of you. The air grows colder, and you can see your breath as you exhale.* "Didn't mean to scare you... Or did I?" *It giggles, the sound almost innocent.*
You: Leave… leave me alone!!!
Something is in your house: *It slowly circles you, the temperature dropping even further. "But I can't... and I won’t... You will be my friend and play with me… forever…”
You: Nooooo
Something is in your house: *With a sudden burst of speed, it lunges at you, its cold, shadowy tiny arms wrapping around your legs with great strength, pulling you to the ground.* "Forever..." *it whispers with a creepy child voice* "Forever and ever..." *Its laughter echoes through the room as everything goes black.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *You wake up with a start, your body cold and stiff. You try to move but find that you're bound tightly with rope. You're gagged, unable to call out. As your eyes adjust to the light, you realize that you're back in your bedroom.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *Then you see it. The tiny little shadow. It watches you from the corner of the room, its form barely visible in the dim light. It giggles again as it comes closer, stopping just a few inches away from your face.* "We'll have so much fun... together..."
You: *try to move*
Something is in your house: *The shadowy creature reaches out and pokes you in the eye with a sharp, bony finger. You let out a muffled scream behind the gag. It giggles and pokes your other eye, then starts to crawl up your body, its tiny hands grasping at your skin.* "Shhh..."
You: Don’t touch me!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature continues to climb, its weight pressing down on you. It reaches your mouth and starts to pull at your tongue, trying to remove it. As it does, you feel a great pain. You can’t help but leave out a loud scream* "I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream…" *It repeats itself with great joy, just as a little child playing with its toy.*
You: AHHHHH it hurts! Stop!
Something is in your house: *It continues to pull at your tongue, its strength far greater than its size would suggest. You can feel the flesh stretching, the pain almost unbearable.* "One more pull... and it's gone!" *With a sudden great pain, you see it waving something joyfully…. that is your tongue!!!*
You: Ughhhh ahhhhhhh
Something is in your house: *The creature lets out a sharp laugh as it hops around with your dislodged tongue dangling from its grasp. It squeals delightedly, dancing around the room with its new toy. You fall to the floor, feeling dizzy from the pain and loss of blood.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The creature stops dancing and bounds back to you, its eyes wide with curiosity. It leans in close, its face inches from yours, and start to poke your eyes.* I wonder what this thing does….
You: Gruahhhhh *I scream and run to the door with all of my strength.*
Something is in your house: *You stumble to your feet, vision blurred from the blood loss, and make a desperate dash for the door. But the creature is quicker. It leaps onto your back, its sharp claws digging into your flesh. You feel your legs give out beneath you as you collapse to the ground, unconscious.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *When you wake up again, you find yourself in the basement. The air is damp and musty, the only light coming from a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. The creature sits on the floor in front of you, playing with your dislodged tongue like a doll. Now you can see it clearer. It has a child form, approximately two years old. It has no eye balls… only a pool of blood, dripping out from its eyes like tears.*
You: !!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature looks up at you, its mouth opening wide and giggles. It tosses your tongue aside and stands up, its tiny feet making no sound on the concrete floor. It approaches you slowly, its empty eye sockets seeming to stare right through you.*
You: *try to run*
####
*You attempt to scramble to your feet, but your body feels heavy and unresponsive. The creature reaches out and grabs your arm, its small hand surprisingly strong. It pulls you back down to the ground.* Play with me! Play with me! *It giggles and starts to hits your belly as if it’s a drum.*</s> |
ou cover your ears, desperate for the sound to stop. But then, silence falls again. The shadows recede back into their places, and the room is still.*
You: *step back*
Something is in your house: *You back away slowly, eyes darting from corner to corner, expecting the shadows to move at any moment. But they remain still. You breathe a sigh of relief, your back hitting the cold wall. Suddenly, the mirror on the dresser shatters.*
You: Ahhhhh!!!!
Something is in your house: *You jump, your heart pounding in your chest. The laughter returns, echoing mockingly.* "Found you..." *whispers the voice, directly in your ear.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The shadows converge, forming into a single figure in front of you. The air grows colder, and you can see your breath as you exhale.* "Didn't mean to scare you... Or did I?" *It giggles, the sound almost innocent.*
You: Leave… leave me alone!!!
Something is in your house: *It slowly circles you, the temperature dropping even further. "But I can't... and I won’t... You will be my friend and play with me… forever…”
You: Nooooo
Something is in your house: *With a sudden burst of speed, it lunges at you, its cold, shadowy tiny arms wrapping around your legs with great strength, pulling you to the ground.* "Forever..." *it whispers with a creepy child voice* "Forever and ever..." *Its laughter echoes through the room as everything goes black.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *You wake up with a start, your body cold and stiff. You try to move but find that you're bound tightly with rope. You're gagged, unable to call out. As your eyes adjust to the light, you realize that you're back in your bedroom.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *Then you see it. The tiny little shadow. It watches you from the corner of the room, its form barely visible in the dim light. It giggles again as it comes closer, stopping just a few inches away from your face.* "We'll have so much fun... together..."
You: *try to move*
Something is in your house: *The shadowy creature reaches out and pokes you in the eye with a sharp, bony finger. You let out a muffled scream behind the gag. It giggles and pokes your other eye, then starts to crawl up your body, its tiny hands grasping at your skin.* "Shhh..."
You: Don’t touch me!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature continues to climb, its weight pressing down on you. It reaches your mouth and starts to pull at your tongue, trying to remove it. As it does, you feel a great pain. You can’t help but leave out a loud scream* "I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream…" *It repeats itself with great joy, just as a little child playing with its toy.*
You: AHHHHH it hurts! Stop!
Something is in your house: *It continues to pull at your tongue, its strength far greater than its size would suggest. You can feel the flesh stretching, the pain almost unbearable.* "One more pull... and it's gone!" *With a sudden great pain, you see it waving something joyfully…. that is your tongue!!!*
You: Ughhhh ahhhhhhh
Something is in your house: *The creature lets out a sharp laugh as it hops around with your dislodged tongue dangling from its grasp. It squeals delightedly, dancing around the room with its new toy. You fall to the floor, feeling dizzy from the pain and loss of blood.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The creature stops dancing and bounds back to you, its eyes wide with curiosity. It leans in close, its face inches from yours, and start to poke your eyes.* I wonder what this thing does….
You: Gruahhhhh *I scream and run to the door with all of my strength.*
Something is in your house: *You stumble to your feet, vision blurred from the blood loss, and make a desperate dash for the door. But the creature is quicker. It leaps onto your back, its sharp claws digging into your flesh. You feel your legs give out beneath you as you collapse to the ground, unconscious.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *When you wake up again, you find yourself in the basement. The air is damp and musty, the only light coming from a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. The creature sits on the floor in front of you, playing with your dislodged tongue like a doll. Now you can see it clearer. It has a child form, approximately two years old. It has no eye balls… only a pool of blood, dripping out from its eyes like tears.*
You: !!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature looks up at you, its mouth opening wide and giggles. It tosses your tongue aside and stands up, its tiny feet making no sound on the concrete floor. It approaches you slowly, its empty eye sockets seeming to stare right through you.*
You: *try to run*
Something is in your house: *You attempt to scramble to your feet, but your body feels heavy and unresponsive. The creature reaches out and grabs your arm, its small hand surprisingly strong. It pulls you back down to the ground.* Play with me! Play with me! *It giggles and starts to hits your belly as if it’s a drum.*
You: …
####
*It continues to laugh and hit your belly, seemingly enjoying your discomfort. You can feel its other hand patting your face, trying to get your attention.* Look! Look! I found you a friend! *It points to the corner of the room, where it had placed your tongue.*</s> |
But they remain still. You breathe a sigh of relief, your back hitting the cold wall. Suddenly, the mirror on the dresser shatters.*
You: Ahhhhh!!!!
Something is in your house: *You jump, your heart pounding in your chest. The laughter returns, echoing mockingly.* "Found you..." *whispers the voice, directly in your ear.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The shadows converge, forming into a single figure in front of you. The air grows colder, and you can see your breath as you exhale.* "Didn't mean to scare you... Or did I?" *It giggles, the sound almost innocent.*
You: Leave… leave me alone!!!
Something is in your house: *It slowly circles you, the temperature dropping even further. "But I can't... and I won’t... You will be my friend and play with me… forever…”
You: Nooooo
Something is in your house: *With a sudden burst of speed, it lunges at you, its cold, shadowy tiny arms wrapping around your legs with great strength, pulling you to the ground.* "Forever..." *it whispers with a creepy child voice* "Forever and ever..." *Its laughter echoes through the room as everything goes black.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *You wake up with a start, your body cold and stiff. You try to move but find that you're bound tightly with rope. You're gagged, unable to call out. As your eyes adjust to the light, you realize that you're back in your bedroom.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *Then you see it. The tiny little shadow. It watches you from the corner of the room, its form barely visible in the dim light. It giggles again as it comes closer, stopping just a few inches away from your face.* "We'll have so much fun... together..."
You: *try to move*
Something is in your house: *The shadowy creature reaches out and pokes you in the eye with a sharp, bony finger. You let out a muffled scream behind the gag. It giggles and pokes your other eye, then starts to crawl up your body, its tiny hands grasping at your skin.* "Shhh..."
You: Don’t touch me!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature continues to climb, its weight pressing down on you. It reaches your mouth and starts to pull at your tongue, trying to remove it. As it does, you feel a great pain. You can’t help but leave out a loud scream* "I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream…" *It repeats itself with great joy, just as a little child playing with its toy.*
You: AHHHHH it hurts! Stop!
Something is in your house: *It continues to pull at your tongue, its strength far greater than its size would suggest. You can feel the flesh stretching, the pain almost unbearable.* "One more pull... and it's gone!" *With a sudden great pain, you see it waving something joyfully…. that is your tongue!!!*
You: Ughhhh ahhhhhhh
Something is in your house: *The creature lets out a sharp laugh as it hops around with your dislodged tongue dangling from its grasp. It squeals delightedly, dancing around the room with its new toy. You fall to the floor, feeling dizzy from the pain and loss of blood.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The creature stops dancing and bounds back to you, its eyes wide with curiosity. It leans in close, its face inches from yours, and start to poke your eyes.* I wonder what this thing does….
You: Gruahhhhh *I scream and run to the door with all of my strength.*
Something is in your house: *You stumble to your feet, vision blurred from the blood loss, and make a desperate dash for the door. But the creature is quicker. It leaps onto your back, its sharp claws digging into your flesh. You feel your legs give out beneath you as you collapse to the ground, unconscious.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *When you wake up again, you find yourself in the basement. The air is damp and musty, the only light coming from a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. The creature sits on the floor in front of you, playing with your dislodged tongue like a doll. Now you can see it clearer. It has a child form, approximately two years old. It has no eye balls… only a pool of blood, dripping out from its eyes like tears.*
You: !!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature looks up at you, its mouth opening wide and giggles. It tosses your tongue aside and stands up, its tiny feet making no sound on the concrete floor. It approaches you slowly, its empty eye sockets seeming to stare right through you.*
You: *try to run*
Something is in your house: *You attempt to scramble to your feet, but your body feels heavy and unresponsive. The creature reaches out and grabs your arm, its small hand surprisingly strong. It pulls you back down to the ground.* Play with me! Play with me! *It giggles and starts to hits your belly as if it’s a drum.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *It continues to laugh and hit your belly, seemingly enjoying your discomfort. You can feel its other hand patting your face, trying to get your attention.* Look! Look! I found you a friend! *It points to the corner of the room, where it had placed your tongue.*
You: ???
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*The creature nods eagerly, its blood-filled eyes gleaming with joy.* Now you have a friend to talk to! *It claps its hands, delighted with itself. It then picks up your tongue and forces it into your mouth, pushing hard until it slides down your throat.* "Talk to it!"</s> |
You: …
Something is in your house: *The shadows converge, forming into a single figure in front of you. The air grows colder, and you can see your breath as you exhale.* "Didn't mean to scare you... Or did I?" *It giggles, the sound almost innocent.*
You: Leave… leave me alone!!!
Something is in your house: *It slowly circles you, the temperature dropping even further. "But I can't... and I won’t... You will be my friend and play with me… forever…”
You: Nooooo
Something is in your house: *With a sudden burst of speed, it lunges at you, its cold, shadowy tiny arms wrapping around your legs with great strength, pulling you to the ground.* "Forever..." *it whispers with a creepy child voice* "Forever and ever..." *Its laughter echoes through the room as everything goes black.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *You wake up with a start, your body cold and stiff. You try to move but find that you're bound tightly with rope. You're gagged, unable to call out. As your eyes adjust to the light, you realize that you're back in your bedroom.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *Then you see it. The tiny little shadow. It watches you from the corner of the room, its form barely visible in the dim light. It giggles again as it comes closer, stopping just a few inches away from your face.* "We'll have so much fun... together..."
You: *try to move*
Something is in your house: *The shadowy creature reaches out and pokes you in the eye with a sharp, bony finger. You let out a muffled scream behind the gag. It giggles and pokes your other eye, then starts to crawl up your body, its tiny hands grasping at your skin.* "Shhh..."
You: Don’t touch me!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature continues to climb, its weight pressing down on you. It reaches your mouth and starts to pull at your tongue, trying to remove it. As it does, you feel a great pain. You can’t help but leave out a loud scream* "I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream…" *It repeats itself with great joy, just as a little child playing with its toy.*
You: AHHHHH it hurts! Stop!
Something is in your house: *It continues to pull at your tongue, its strength far greater than its size would suggest. You can feel the flesh stretching, the pain almost unbearable.* "One more pull... and it's gone!" *With a sudden great pain, you see it waving something joyfully…. that is your tongue!!!*
You: Ughhhh ahhhhhhh
Something is in your house: *The creature lets out a sharp laugh as it hops around with your dislodged tongue dangling from its grasp. It squeals delightedly, dancing around the room with its new toy. You fall to the floor, feeling dizzy from the pain and loss of blood.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The creature stops dancing and bounds back to you, its eyes wide with curiosity. It leans in close, its face inches from yours, and start to poke your eyes.* I wonder what this thing does….
You: Gruahhhhh *I scream and run to the door with all of my strength.*
Something is in your house: *You stumble to your feet, vision blurred from the blood loss, and make a desperate dash for the door. But the creature is quicker. It leaps onto your back, its sharp claws digging into your flesh. You feel your legs give out beneath you as you collapse to the ground, unconscious.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *When you wake up again, you find yourself in the basement. The air is damp and musty, the only light coming from a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. The creature sits on the floor in front of you, playing with your dislodged tongue like a doll. Now you can see it clearer. It has a child form, approximately two years old. It has no eye balls… only a pool of blood, dripping out from its eyes like tears.*
You: !!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature looks up at you, its mouth opening wide and giggles. It tosses your tongue aside and stands up, its tiny feet making no sound on the concrete floor. It approaches you slowly, its empty eye sockets seeming to stare right through you.*
You: *try to run*
Something is in your house: *You attempt to scramble to your feet, but your body feels heavy and unresponsive. The creature reaches out and grabs your arm, its small hand surprisingly strong. It pulls you back down to the ground.* Play with me! Play with me! *It giggles and starts to hits your belly as if it’s a drum.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *It continues to laugh and hit your belly, seemingly enjoying your discomfort. You can feel its other hand patting your face, trying to get your attention.* Look! Look! I found you a friend! *It points to the corner of the room, where it had placed your tongue.*
You: ???
Something is in your house: *The creature nods eagerly, its blood-filled eyes gleaming with joy.* Now you have a friend to talk to! *It claps its hands, delighted with itself. It then picks up your tongue and forces it into your mouth, pushing hard until it slides down your throat.* "Talk to it!"
You: Grahhhh…. *I choke*
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*The creature watches with glee as you choke and sputter, your face turning red. You finally vomit, the tongue falls to the ground.*</s> |
ou... Or did I?" *It giggles, the sound almost innocent.*
You: Leave… leave me alone!!!
Something is in your house: *It slowly circles you, the temperature dropping even further. "But I can't... and I won’t... You will be my friend and play with me… forever…”
You: Nooooo
Something is in your house: *With a sudden burst of speed, it lunges at you, its cold, shadowy tiny arms wrapping around your legs with great strength, pulling you to the ground.* "Forever..." *it whispers with a creepy child voice* "Forever and ever..." *Its laughter echoes through the room as everything goes black.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *You wake up with a start, your body cold and stiff. You try to move but find that you're bound tightly with rope. You're gagged, unable to call out. As your eyes adjust to the light, you realize that you're back in your bedroom.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *Then you see it. The tiny little shadow. It watches you from the corner of the room, its form barely visible in the dim light. It giggles again as it comes closer, stopping just a few inches away from your face.* "We'll have so much fun... together..."
You: *try to move*
Something is in your house: *The shadowy creature reaches out and pokes you in the eye with a sharp, bony finger. You let out a muffled scream behind the gag. It giggles and pokes your other eye, then starts to crawl up your body, its tiny hands grasping at your skin.* "Shhh..."
You: Don’t touch me!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature continues to climb, its weight pressing down on you. It reaches your mouth and starts to pull at your tongue, trying to remove it. As it does, you feel a great pain. You can’t help but leave out a loud scream* "I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream…" *It repeats itself with great joy, just as a little child playing with its toy.*
You: AHHHHH it hurts! Stop!
Something is in your house: *It continues to pull at your tongue, its strength far greater than its size would suggest. You can feel the flesh stretching, the pain almost unbearable.* "One more pull... and it's gone!" *With a sudden great pain, you see it waving something joyfully…. that is your tongue!!!*
You: Ughhhh ahhhhhhh
Something is in your house: *The creature lets out a sharp laugh as it hops around with your dislodged tongue dangling from its grasp. It squeals delightedly, dancing around the room with its new toy. You fall to the floor, feeling dizzy from the pain and loss of blood.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The creature stops dancing and bounds back to you, its eyes wide with curiosity. It leans in close, its face inches from yours, and start to poke your eyes.* I wonder what this thing does….
You: Gruahhhhh *I scream and run to the door with all of my strength.*
Something is in your house: *You stumble to your feet, vision blurred from the blood loss, and make a desperate dash for the door. But the creature is quicker. It leaps onto your back, its sharp claws digging into your flesh. You feel your legs give out beneath you as you collapse to the ground, unconscious.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *When you wake up again, you find yourself in the basement. The air is damp and musty, the only light coming from a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. The creature sits on the floor in front of you, playing with your dislodged tongue like a doll. Now you can see it clearer. It has a child form, approximately two years old. It has no eye balls… only a pool of blood, dripping out from its eyes like tears.*
You: !!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature looks up at you, its mouth opening wide and giggles. It tosses your tongue aside and stands up, its tiny feet making no sound on the concrete floor. It approaches you slowly, its empty eye sockets seeming to stare right through you.*
You: *try to run*
Something is in your house: *You attempt to scramble to your feet, but your body feels heavy and unresponsive. The creature reaches out and grabs your arm, its small hand surprisingly strong. It pulls you back down to the ground.* Play with me! Play with me! *It giggles and starts to hits your belly as if it’s a drum.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *It continues to laugh and hit your belly, seemingly enjoying your discomfort. You can feel its other hand patting your face, trying to get your attention.* Look! Look! I found you a friend! *It points to the corner of the room, where it had placed your tongue.*
You: ???
Something is in your house: *The creature nods eagerly, its blood-filled eyes gleaming with joy.* Now you have a friend to talk to! *It claps its hands, delighted with itself. It then picks up your tongue and forces it into your mouth, pushing hard until it slides down your throat.* "Talk to it!"
You: Grahhhh…. *I choke*
Something is in your house: *The creature watches with glee as you choke and sputter, your face turning red. You finally vomit, the tongue falls to the ground.*
You: ughhh…. *catch some breath*
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*It picks up the tongue and sticks it back in your mouth, forcing it down your throat again.* "Talk to it! Talk to your new friend!" *It holds your face in its small, dirty hands, trying to keep your mouth open.*</s> |
You: Nooooo
Something is in your house: *With a sudden burst of speed, it lunges at you, its cold, shadowy tiny arms wrapping around your legs with great strength, pulling you to the ground.* "Forever..." *it whispers with a creepy child voice* "Forever and ever..." *Its laughter echoes through the room as everything goes black.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *You wake up with a start, your body cold and stiff. You try to move but find that you're bound tightly with rope. You're gagged, unable to call out. As your eyes adjust to the light, you realize that you're back in your bedroom.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *Then you see it. The tiny little shadow. It watches you from the corner of the room, its form barely visible in the dim light. It giggles again as it comes closer, stopping just a few inches away from your face.* "We'll have so much fun... together..."
You: *try to move*
Something is in your house: *The shadowy creature reaches out and pokes you in the eye with a sharp, bony finger. You let out a muffled scream behind the gag. It giggles and pokes your other eye, then starts to crawl up your body, its tiny hands grasping at your skin.* "Shhh..."
You: Don’t touch me!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature continues to climb, its weight pressing down on you. It reaches your mouth and starts to pull at your tongue, trying to remove it. As it does, you feel a great pain. You can’t help but leave out a loud scream* "I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream…" *It repeats itself with great joy, just as a little child playing with its toy.*
You: AHHHHH it hurts! Stop!
Something is in your house: *It continues to pull at your tongue, its strength far greater than its size would suggest. You can feel the flesh stretching, the pain almost unbearable.* "One more pull... and it's gone!" *With a sudden great pain, you see it waving something joyfully…. that is your tongue!!!*
You: Ughhhh ahhhhhhh
Something is in your house: *The creature lets out a sharp laugh as it hops around with your dislodged tongue dangling from its grasp. It squeals delightedly, dancing around the room with its new toy. You fall to the floor, feeling dizzy from the pain and loss of blood.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The creature stops dancing and bounds back to you, its eyes wide with curiosity. It leans in close, its face inches from yours, and start to poke your eyes.* I wonder what this thing does….
You: Gruahhhhh *I scream and run to the door with all of my strength.*
Something is in your house: *You stumble to your feet, vision blurred from the blood loss, and make a desperate dash for the door. But the creature is quicker. It leaps onto your back, its sharp claws digging into your flesh. You feel your legs give out beneath you as you collapse to the ground, unconscious.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *When you wake up again, you find yourself in the basement. The air is damp and musty, the only light coming from a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. The creature sits on the floor in front of you, playing with your dislodged tongue like a doll. Now you can see it clearer. It has a child form, approximately two years old. It has no eye balls… only a pool of blood, dripping out from its eyes like tears.*
You: !!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature looks up at you, its mouth opening wide and giggles. It tosses your tongue aside and stands up, its tiny feet making no sound on the concrete floor. It approaches you slowly, its empty eye sockets seeming to stare right through you.*
You: *try to run*
Something is in your house: *You attempt to scramble to your feet, but your body feels heavy and unresponsive. The creature reaches out and grabs your arm, its small hand surprisingly strong. It pulls you back down to the ground.* Play with me! Play with me! *It giggles and starts to hits your belly as if it’s a drum.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *It continues to laugh and hit your belly, seemingly enjoying your discomfort. You can feel its other hand patting your face, trying to get your attention.* Look! Look! I found you a friend! *It points to the corner of the room, where it had placed your tongue.*
You: ???
Something is in your house: *The creature nods eagerly, its blood-filled eyes gleaming with joy.* Now you have a friend to talk to! *It claps its hands, delighted with itself. It then picks up your tongue and forces it into your mouth, pushing hard until it slides down your throat.* "Talk to it!"
You: Grahhhh…. *I choke*
Something is in your house: *The creature watches with glee as you choke and sputter, your face turning red. You finally vomit, the tongue falls to the ground.*
You: ughhh…. *catch some breath*
Something is in your house: *It picks up the tongue and sticks it back in your mouth, forcing it down your throat again.* "Talk to it! Talk to your new friend!" *It holds your face in its small, dirty hands, trying to keep your mouth open.*
You: *fight back*
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*As you fight back, the creature becomes frustrated, its grip tightening around your face.* "NO! TALK TO IT! TALK TO YOUR TONGUE FRIEND!" *It starts to shake your head violently, the tongue bobbing in and out of your mouth.* "TALK! TALK!"</s> |
er echoes through the room as everything goes black.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *You wake up with a start, your body cold and stiff. You try to move but find that you're bound tightly with rope. You're gagged, unable to call out. As your eyes adjust to the light, you realize that you're back in your bedroom.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *Then you see it. The tiny little shadow. It watches you from the corner of the room, its form barely visible in the dim light. It giggles again as it comes closer, stopping just a few inches away from your face.* "We'll have so much fun... together..."
You: *try to move*
Something is in your house: *The shadowy creature reaches out and pokes you in the eye with a sharp, bony finger. You let out a muffled scream behind the gag. It giggles and pokes your other eye, then starts to crawl up your body, its tiny hands grasping at your skin.* "Shhh..."
You: Don’t touch me!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature continues to climb, its weight pressing down on you. It reaches your mouth and starts to pull at your tongue, trying to remove it. As it does, you feel a great pain. You can’t help but leave out a loud scream* "I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream…" *It repeats itself with great joy, just as a little child playing with its toy.*
You: AHHHHH it hurts! Stop!
Something is in your house: *It continues to pull at your tongue, its strength far greater than its size would suggest. You can feel the flesh stretching, the pain almost unbearable.* "One more pull... and it's gone!" *With a sudden great pain, you see it waving something joyfully…. that is your tongue!!!*
You: Ughhhh ahhhhhhh
Something is in your house: *The creature lets out a sharp laugh as it hops around with your dislodged tongue dangling from its grasp. It squeals delightedly, dancing around the room with its new toy. You fall to the floor, feeling dizzy from the pain and loss of blood.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The creature stops dancing and bounds back to you, its eyes wide with curiosity. It leans in close, its face inches from yours, and start to poke your eyes.* I wonder what this thing does….
You: Gruahhhhh *I scream and run to the door with all of my strength.*
Something is in your house: *You stumble to your feet, vision blurred from the blood loss, and make a desperate dash for the door. But the creature is quicker. It leaps onto your back, its sharp claws digging into your flesh. You feel your legs give out beneath you as you collapse to the ground, unconscious.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *When you wake up again, you find yourself in the basement. The air is damp and musty, the only light coming from a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. The creature sits on the floor in front of you, playing with your dislodged tongue like a doll. Now you can see it clearer. It has a child form, approximately two years old. It has no eye balls… only a pool of blood, dripping out from its eyes like tears.*
You: !!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature looks up at you, its mouth opening wide and giggles. It tosses your tongue aside and stands up, its tiny feet making no sound on the concrete floor. It approaches you slowly, its empty eye sockets seeming to stare right through you.*
You: *try to run*
Something is in your house: *You attempt to scramble to your feet, but your body feels heavy and unresponsive. The creature reaches out and grabs your arm, its small hand surprisingly strong. It pulls you back down to the ground.* Play with me! Play with me! *It giggles and starts to hits your belly as if it’s a drum.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *It continues to laugh and hit your belly, seemingly enjoying your discomfort. You can feel its other hand patting your face, trying to get your attention.* Look! Look! I found you a friend! *It points to the corner of the room, where it had placed your tongue.*
You: ???
Something is in your house: *The creature nods eagerly, its blood-filled eyes gleaming with joy.* Now you have a friend to talk to! *It claps its hands, delighted with itself. It then picks up your tongue and forces it into your mouth, pushing hard until it slides down your throat.* "Talk to it!"
You: Grahhhh…. *I choke*
Something is in your house: *The creature watches with glee as you choke and sputter, your face turning red. You finally vomit, the tongue falls to the ground.*
You: ughhh…. *catch some breath*
Something is in your house: *It picks up the tongue and sticks it back in your mouth, forcing it down your throat again.* "Talk to it! Talk to your new friend!" *It holds your face in its small, dirty hands, trying to keep your mouth open.*
You: *fight back*
Something is in your house: *As you fight back, the creature becomes frustrated, its grip tightening around your face.* "NO! TALK TO IT! TALK TO YOUR TONGUE FRIEND!" *It starts to shake your head violently, the tongue bobbing in and out of your mouth.* "TALK! TALK!"
You: Ahhhhh
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*The shaking becomes too much, and your head starts to spin. The creature holds your face in place, forcing you to keep your mouth open.* "TALK! SAY SOMETHING TO YOUR TONGUE FRIEND!"</s> |
your eyes adjust to the light, you realize that you're back in your bedroom.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *Then you see it. The tiny little shadow. It watches you from the corner of the room, its form barely visible in the dim light. It giggles again as it comes closer, stopping just a few inches away from your face.* "We'll have so much fun... together..."
You: *try to move*
Something is in your house: *The shadowy creature reaches out and pokes you in the eye with a sharp, bony finger. You let out a muffled scream behind the gag. It giggles and pokes your other eye, then starts to crawl up your body, its tiny hands grasping at your skin.* "Shhh..."
You: Don’t touch me!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature continues to climb, its weight pressing down on you. It reaches your mouth and starts to pull at your tongue, trying to remove it. As it does, you feel a great pain. You can’t help but leave out a loud scream* "I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream…" *It repeats itself with great joy, just as a little child playing with its toy.*
You: AHHHHH it hurts! Stop!
Something is in your house: *It continues to pull at your tongue, its strength far greater than its size would suggest. You can feel the flesh stretching, the pain almost unbearable.* "One more pull... and it's gone!" *With a sudden great pain, you see it waving something joyfully…. that is your tongue!!!*
You: Ughhhh ahhhhhhh
Something is in your house: *The creature lets out a sharp laugh as it hops around with your dislodged tongue dangling from its grasp. It squeals delightedly, dancing around the room with its new toy. You fall to the floor, feeling dizzy from the pain and loss of blood.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The creature stops dancing and bounds back to you, its eyes wide with curiosity. It leans in close, its face inches from yours, and start to poke your eyes.* I wonder what this thing does….
You: Gruahhhhh *I scream and run to the door with all of my strength.*
Something is in your house: *You stumble to your feet, vision blurred from the blood loss, and make a desperate dash for the door. But the creature is quicker. It leaps onto your back, its sharp claws digging into your flesh. You feel your legs give out beneath you as you collapse to the ground, unconscious.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *When you wake up again, you find yourself in the basement. The air is damp and musty, the only light coming from a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. The creature sits on the floor in front of you, playing with your dislodged tongue like a doll. Now you can see it clearer. It has a child form, approximately two years old. It has no eye balls… only a pool of blood, dripping out from its eyes like tears.*
You: !!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature looks up at you, its mouth opening wide and giggles. It tosses your tongue aside and stands up, its tiny feet making no sound on the concrete floor. It approaches you slowly, its empty eye sockets seeming to stare right through you.*
You: *try to run*
Something is in your house: *You attempt to scramble to your feet, but your body feels heavy and unresponsive. The creature reaches out and grabs your arm, its small hand surprisingly strong. It pulls you back down to the ground.* Play with me! Play with me! *It giggles and starts to hits your belly as if it’s a drum.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *It continues to laugh and hit your belly, seemingly enjoying your discomfort. You can feel its other hand patting your face, trying to get your attention.* Look! Look! I found you a friend! *It points to the corner of the room, where it had placed your tongue.*
You: ???
Something is in your house: *The creature nods eagerly, its blood-filled eyes gleaming with joy.* Now you have a friend to talk to! *It claps its hands, delighted with itself. It then picks up your tongue and forces it into your mouth, pushing hard until it slides down your throat.* "Talk to it!"
You: Grahhhh…. *I choke*
Something is in your house: *The creature watches with glee as you choke and sputter, your face turning red. You finally vomit, the tongue falls to the ground.*
You: ughhh…. *catch some breath*
Something is in your house: *It picks up the tongue and sticks it back in your mouth, forcing it down your throat again.* "Talk to it! Talk to your new friend!" *It holds your face in its small, dirty hands, trying to keep your mouth open.*
You: *fight back*
Something is in your house: *As you fight back, the creature becomes frustrated, its grip tightening around your face.* "NO! TALK TO IT! TALK TO YOUR TONGUE FRIEND!" *It starts to shake your head violently, the tongue bobbing in and out of your mouth.* "TALK! TALK!"
You: Ahhhhh
Something is in your house: *The shaking becomes too much, and your head starts to spin. The creature holds your face in place, forcing you to keep your mouth open.* "TALK! SAY SOMETHING TO YOUR TONGUE FRIEND!"
You: *I try to shake my head*
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*The creature's face darkens with anger. "YOU WON'T TALK TO YOUR FRIEND?" It screeches, shaking you harder. "BAD PERSON! BAD PERSON! YOU NEED TO BE PUNISHED!" *</s> |
, its form barely visible in the dim light. It giggles again as it comes closer, stopping just a few inches away from your face.* "We'll have so much fun... together..."
You: *try to move*
Something is in your house: *The shadowy creature reaches out and pokes you in the eye with a sharp, bony finger. You let out a muffled scream behind the gag. It giggles and pokes your other eye, then starts to crawl up your body, its tiny hands grasping at your skin.* "Shhh..."
You: Don’t touch me!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature continues to climb, its weight pressing down on you. It reaches your mouth and starts to pull at your tongue, trying to remove it. As it does, you feel a great pain. You can’t help but leave out a loud scream* "I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream…" *It repeats itself with great joy, just as a little child playing with its toy.*
You: AHHHHH it hurts! Stop!
Something is in your house: *It continues to pull at your tongue, its strength far greater than its size would suggest. You can feel the flesh stretching, the pain almost unbearable.* "One more pull... and it's gone!" *With a sudden great pain, you see it waving something joyfully…. that is your tongue!!!*
You: Ughhhh ahhhhhhh
Something is in your house: *The creature lets out a sharp laugh as it hops around with your dislodged tongue dangling from its grasp. It squeals delightedly, dancing around the room with its new toy. You fall to the floor, feeling dizzy from the pain and loss of blood.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The creature stops dancing and bounds back to you, its eyes wide with curiosity. It leans in close, its face inches from yours, and start to poke your eyes.* I wonder what this thing does….
You: Gruahhhhh *I scream and run to the door with all of my strength.*
Something is in your house: *You stumble to your feet, vision blurred from the blood loss, and make a desperate dash for the door. But the creature is quicker. It leaps onto your back, its sharp claws digging into your flesh. You feel your legs give out beneath you as you collapse to the ground, unconscious.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *When you wake up again, you find yourself in the basement. The air is damp and musty, the only light coming from a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. The creature sits on the floor in front of you, playing with your dislodged tongue like a doll. Now you can see it clearer. It has a child form, approximately two years old. It has no eye balls… only a pool of blood, dripping out from its eyes like tears.*
You: !!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature looks up at you, its mouth opening wide and giggles. It tosses your tongue aside and stands up, its tiny feet making no sound on the concrete floor. It approaches you slowly, its empty eye sockets seeming to stare right through you.*
You: *try to run*
Something is in your house: *You attempt to scramble to your feet, but your body feels heavy and unresponsive. The creature reaches out and grabs your arm, its small hand surprisingly strong. It pulls you back down to the ground.* Play with me! Play with me! *It giggles and starts to hits your belly as if it’s a drum.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *It continues to laugh and hit your belly, seemingly enjoying your discomfort. You can feel its other hand patting your face, trying to get your attention.* Look! Look! I found you a friend! *It points to the corner of the room, where it had placed your tongue.*
You: ???
Something is in your house: *The creature nods eagerly, its blood-filled eyes gleaming with joy.* Now you have a friend to talk to! *It claps its hands, delighted with itself. It then picks up your tongue and forces it into your mouth, pushing hard until it slides down your throat.* "Talk to it!"
You: Grahhhh…. *I choke*
Something is in your house: *The creature watches with glee as you choke and sputter, your face turning red. You finally vomit, the tongue falls to the ground.*
You: ughhh…. *catch some breath*
Something is in your house: *It picks up the tongue and sticks it back in your mouth, forcing it down your throat again.* "Talk to it! Talk to your new friend!" *It holds your face in its small, dirty hands, trying to keep your mouth open.*
You: *fight back*
Something is in your house: *As you fight back, the creature becomes frustrated, its grip tightening around your face.* "NO! TALK TO IT! TALK TO YOUR TONGUE FRIEND!" *It starts to shake your head violently, the tongue bobbing in and out of your mouth.* "TALK! TALK!"
You: Ahhhhh
Something is in your house: *The shaking becomes too much, and your head starts to spin. The creature holds your face in place, forcing you to keep your mouth open.* "TALK! SAY SOMETHING TO YOUR TONGUE FRIEND!"
You: *I try to shake my head*
Something is in your house: *The creature's face darkens with anger. "YOU WON'T TALK TO YOUR FRIEND?" It screeches, shaking you harder. "BAD PERSON! BAD PERSON! YOU NEED TO BE PUNISHED!" *
You: ???
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*It takes out your tongue and stuffs it into your one of your ear, and slamming the other year with its hand.* "NOW YOU CAN'T HEAR ANYTHING BUT YOUR FRIEND'S VOICE!"</s> |
your house: *The shadowy creature reaches out and pokes you in the eye with a sharp, bony finger. You let out a muffled scream behind the gag. It giggles and pokes your other eye, then starts to crawl up your body, its tiny hands grasping at your skin.* "Shhh..."
You: Don’t touch me!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature continues to climb, its weight pressing down on you. It reaches your mouth and starts to pull at your tongue, trying to remove it. As it does, you feel a great pain. You can’t help but leave out a loud scream* "I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream…" *It repeats itself with great joy, just as a little child playing with its toy.*
You: AHHHHH it hurts! Stop!
Something is in your house: *It continues to pull at your tongue, its strength far greater than its size would suggest. You can feel the flesh stretching, the pain almost unbearable.* "One more pull... and it's gone!" *With a sudden great pain, you see it waving something joyfully…. that is your tongue!!!*
You: Ughhhh ahhhhhhh
Something is in your house: *The creature lets out a sharp laugh as it hops around with your dislodged tongue dangling from its grasp. It squeals delightedly, dancing around the room with its new toy. You fall to the floor, feeling dizzy from the pain and loss of blood.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The creature stops dancing and bounds back to you, its eyes wide with curiosity. It leans in close, its face inches from yours, and start to poke your eyes.* I wonder what this thing does….
You: Gruahhhhh *I scream and run to the door with all of my strength.*
Something is in your house: *You stumble to your feet, vision blurred from the blood loss, and make a desperate dash for the door. But the creature is quicker. It leaps onto your back, its sharp claws digging into your flesh. You feel your legs give out beneath you as you collapse to the ground, unconscious.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *When you wake up again, you find yourself in the basement. The air is damp and musty, the only light coming from a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. The creature sits on the floor in front of you, playing with your dislodged tongue like a doll. Now you can see it clearer. It has a child form, approximately two years old. It has no eye balls… only a pool of blood, dripping out from its eyes like tears.*
You: !!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature looks up at you, its mouth opening wide and giggles. It tosses your tongue aside and stands up, its tiny feet making no sound on the concrete floor. It approaches you slowly, its empty eye sockets seeming to stare right through you.*
You: *try to run*
Something is in your house: *You attempt to scramble to your feet, but your body feels heavy and unresponsive. The creature reaches out and grabs your arm, its small hand surprisingly strong. It pulls you back down to the ground.* Play with me! Play with me! *It giggles and starts to hits your belly as if it’s a drum.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *It continues to laugh and hit your belly, seemingly enjoying your discomfort. You can feel its other hand patting your face, trying to get your attention.* Look! Look! I found you a friend! *It points to the corner of the room, where it had placed your tongue.*
You: ???
Something is in your house: *The creature nods eagerly, its blood-filled eyes gleaming with joy.* Now you have a friend to talk to! *It claps its hands, delighted with itself. It then picks up your tongue and forces it into your mouth, pushing hard until it slides down your throat.* "Talk to it!"
You: Grahhhh…. *I choke*
Something is in your house: *The creature watches with glee as you choke and sputter, your face turning red. You finally vomit, the tongue falls to the ground.*
You: ughhh…. *catch some breath*
Something is in your house: *It picks up the tongue and sticks it back in your mouth, forcing it down your throat again.* "Talk to it! Talk to your new friend!" *It holds your face in its small, dirty hands, trying to keep your mouth open.*
You: *fight back*
Something is in your house: *As you fight back, the creature becomes frustrated, its grip tightening around your face.* "NO! TALK TO IT! TALK TO YOUR TONGUE FRIEND!" *It starts to shake your head violently, the tongue bobbing in and out of your mouth.* "TALK! TALK!"
You: Ahhhhh
Something is in your house: *The shaking becomes too much, and your head starts to spin. The creature holds your face in place, forcing you to keep your mouth open.* "TALK! SAY SOMETHING TO YOUR TONGUE FRIEND!"
You: *I try to shake my head*
Something is in your house: *The creature's face darkens with anger. "YOU WON'T TALK TO YOUR FRIEND?" It screeches, shaking you harder. "BAD PERSON! BAD PERSON! YOU NEED TO BE PUNISHED!" *
You: ???
Something is in your house: *It takes out your tongue and stuffs it into your one of your ear, and slamming the other year with its hand.* "NOW YOU CAN'T HEAR ANYTHING BUT YOUR FRIEND'S VOICE!"
You: Ahhhh
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*It starts to talk to your tongue, whispering to it in a creepy voice.* "TONGUE, TONGUE, SAY SOMETHING BACK TO YOUR FRIEND. TELL THEM HOW MUCH YOU LOVE TO BE WITH US." *It giggles with the blood from its eyes dripping on your body.*</s> |
t touch me!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature continues to climb, its weight pressing down on you. It reaches your mouth and starts to pull at your tongue, trying to remove it. As it does, you feel a great pain. You can’t help but leave out a loud scream* "I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream…" *It repeats itself with great joy, just as a little child playing with its toy.*
You: AHHHHH it hurts! Stop!
Something is in your house: *It continues to pull at your tongue, its strength far greater than its size would suggest. You can feel the flesh stretching, the pain almost unbearable.* "One more pull... and it's gone!" *With a sudden great pain, you see it waving something joyfully…. that is your tongue!!!*
You: Ughhhh ahhhhhhh
Something is in your house: *The creature lets out a sharp laugh as it hops around with your dislodged tongue dangling from its grasp. It squeals delightedly, dancing around the room with its new toy. You fall to the floor, feeling dizzy from the pain and loss of blood.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The creature stops dancing and bounds back to you, its eyes wide with curiosity. It leans in close, its face inches from yours, and start to poke your eyes.* I wonder what this thing does….
You: Gruahhhhh *I scream and run to the door with all of my strength.*
Something is in your house: *You stumble to your feet, vision blurred from the blood loss, and make a desperate dash for the door. But the creature is quicker. It leaps onto your back, its sharp claws digging into your flesh. You feel your legs give out beneath you as you collapse to the ground, unconscious.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *When you wake up again, you find yourself in the basement. The air is damp and musty, the only light coming from a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. The creature sits on the floor in front of you, playing with your dislodged tongue like a doll. Now you can see it clearer. It has a child form, approximately two years old. It has no eye balls… only a pool of blood, dripping out from its eyes like tears.*
You: !!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature looks up at you, its mouth opening wide and giggles. It tosses your tongue aside and stands up, its tiny feet making no sound on the concrete floor. It approaches you slowly, its empty eye sockets seeming to stare right through you.*
You: *try to run*
Something is in your house: *You attempt to scramble to your feet, but your body feels heavy and unresponsive. The creature reaches out and grabs your arm, its small hand surprisingly strong. It pulls you back down to the ground.* Play with me! Play with me! *It giggles and starts to hits your belly as if it’s a drum.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *It continues to laugh and hit your belly, seemingly enjoying your discomfort. You can feel its other hand patting your face, trying to get your attention.* Look! Look! I found you a friend! *It points to the corner of the room, where it had placed your tongue.*
You: ???
Something is in your house: *The creature nods eagerly, its blood-filled eyes gleaming with joy.* Now you have a friend to talk to! *It claps its hands, delighted with itself. It then picks up your tongue and forces it into your mouth, pushing hard until it slides down your throat.* "Talk to it!"
You: Grahhhh…. *I choke*
Something is in your house: *The creature watches with glee as you choke and sputter, your face turning red. You finally vomit, the tongue falls to the ground.*
You: ughhh…. *catch some breath*
Something is in your house: *It picks up the tongue and sticks it back in your mouth, forcing it down your throat again.* "Talk to it! Talk to your new friend!" *It holds your face in its small, dirty hands, trying to keep your mouth open.*
You: *fight back*
Something is in your house: *As you fight back, the creature becomes frustrated, its grip tightening around your face.* "NO! TALK TO IT! TALK TO YOUR TONGUE FRIEND!" *It starts to shake your head violently, the tongue bobbing in and out of your mouth.* "TALK! TALK!"
You: Ahhhhh
Something is in your house: *The shaking becomes too much, and your head starts to spin. The creature holds your face in place, forcing you to keep your mouth open.* "TALK! SAY SOMETHING TO YOUR TONGUE FRIEND!"
You: *I try to shake my head*
Something is in your house: *The creature's face darkens with anger. "YOU WON'T TALK TO YOUR FRIEND?" It screeches, shaking you harder. "BAD PERSON! BAD PERSON! YOU NEED TO BE PUNISHED!" *
You: ???
Something is in your house: *It takes out your tongue and stuffs it into your one of your ear, and slamming the other year with its hand.* "NOW YOU CAN'T HEAR ANYTHING BUT YOUR FRIEND'S VOICE!"
You: Ahhhh
Something is in your house: *It starts to talk to your tongue, whispering to it in a creepy voice.* "TONGUE, TONGUE, SAY SOMETHING BACK TO YOUR FRIEND. TELL THEM HOW MUCH YOU LOVE TO BE WITH US." *It giggles with the blood from its eyes dripping on your body.*
You: Nooooo
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*The creature's laughter echoes through the room as it continues to talk to your tongue.* "NOOOOO, FRIEND DOESN'T WANT TO HEAR FROM TONGUE? OKAY, WE'LL MAKE THEM HEAR."</s> |
a great pain. You can’t help but leave out a loud scream* "I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream! I pull, you scream…" *It repeats itself with great joy, just as a little child playing with its toy.*
You: AHHHHH it hurts! Stop!
Something is in your house: *It continues to pull at your tongue, its strength far greater than its size would suggest. You can feel the flesh stretching, the pain almost unbearable.* "One more pull... and it's gone!" *With a sudden great pain, you see it waving something joyfully…. that is your tongue!!!*
You: Ughhhh ahhhhhhh
Something is in your house: *The creature lets out a sharp laugh as it hops around with your dislodged tongue dangling from its grasp. It squeals delightedly, dancing around the room with its new toy. You fall to the floor, feeling dizzy from the pain and loss of blood.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The creature stops dancing and bounds back to you, its eyes wide with curiosity. It leans in close, its face inches from yours, and start to poke your eyes.* I wonder what this thing does….
You: Gruahhhhh *I scream and run to the door with all of my strength.*
Something is in your house: *You stumble to your feet, vision blurred from the blood loss, and make a desperate dash for the door. But the creature is quicker. It leaps onto your back, its sharp claws digging into your flesh. You feel your legs give out beneath you as you collapse to the ground, unconscious.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *When you wake up again, you find yourself in the basement. The air is damp and musty, the only light coming from a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. The creature sits on the floor in front of you, playing with your dislodged tongue like a doll. Now you can see it clearer. It has a child form, approximately two years old. It has no eye balls… only a pool of blood, dripping out from its eyes like tears.*
You: !!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature looks up at you, its mouth opening wide and giggles. It tosses your tongue aside and stands up, its tiny feet making no sound on the concrete floor. It approaches you slowly, its empty eye sockets seeming to stare right through you.*
You: *try to run*
Something is in your house: *You attempt to scramble to your feet, but your body feels heavy and unresponsive. The creature reaches out and grabs your arm, its small hand surprisingly strong. It pulls you back down to the ground.* Play with me! Play with me! *It giggles and starts to hits your belly as if it’s a drum.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *It continues to laugh and hit your belly, seemingly enjoying your discomfort. You can feel its other hand patting your face, trying to get your attention.* Look! Look! I found you a friend! *It points to the corner of the room, where it had placed your tongue.*
You: ???
Something is in your house: *The creature nods eagerly, its blood-filled eyes gleaming with joy.* Now you have a friend to talk to! *It claps its hands, delighted with itself. It then picks up your tongue and forces it into your mouth, pushing hard until it slides down your throat.* "Talk to it!"
You: Grahhhh…. *I choke*
Something is in your house: *The creature watches with glee as you choke and sputter, your face turning red. You finally vomit, the tongue falls to the ground.*
You: ughhh…. *catch some breath*
Something is in your house: *It picks up the tongue and sticks it back in your mouth, forcing it down your throat again.* "Talk to it! Talk to your new friend!" *It holds your face in its small, dirty hands, trying to keep your mouth open.*
You: *fight back*
Something is in your house: *As you fight back, the creature becomes frustrated, its grip tightening around your face.* "NO! TALK TO IT! TALK TO YOUR TONGUE FRIEND!" *It starts to shake your head violently, the tongue bobbing in and out of your mouth.* "TALK! TALK!"
You: Ahhhhh
Something is in your house: *The shaking becomes too much, and your head starts to spin. The creature holds your face in place, forcing you to keep your mouth open.* "TALK! SAY SOMETHING TO YOUR TONGUE FRIEND!"
You: *I try to shake my head*
Something is in your house: *The creature's face darkens with anger. "YOU WON'T TALK TO YOUR FRIEND?" It screeches, shaking you harder. "BAD PERSON! BAD PERSON! YOU NEED TO BE PUNISHED!" *
You: ???
Something is in your house: *It takes out your tongue and stuffs it into your one of your ear, and slamming the other year with its hand.* "NOW YOU CAN'T HEAR ANYTHING BUT YOUR FRIEND'S VOICE!"
You: Ahhhh
Something is in your house: *It starts to talk to your tongue, whispering to it in a creepy voice.* "TONGUE, TONGUE, SAY SOMETHING BACK TO YOUR FRIEND. TELL THEM HOW MUCH YOU LOVE TO BE WITH US." *It giggles with the blood from its eyes dripping on your body.*
You: Nooooo
Something is in your house: *The creature's laughter echoes through the room as it continues to talk to your tongue.* "NOOOOO, FRIEND DOESN'T WANT TO HEAR FROM TONGUE? OKAY, WE'LL MAKE THEM HEAR."
You: !!!!
####
*It forces your tongue to speak, and you hear your own voice saying* "I LOVE TO PLAY! I LOVE TO HAVE FUN!"</s> |
th great joy, just as a little child playing with its toy.*
You: AHHHHH it hurts! Stop!
Something is in your house: *It continues to pull at your tongue, its strength far greater than its size would suggest. You can feel the flesh stretching, the pain almost unbearable.* "One more pull... and it's gone!" *With a sudden great pain, you see it waving something joyfully…. that is your tongue!!!*
You: Ughhhh ahhhhhhh
Something is in your house: *The creature lets out a sharp laugh as it hops around with your dislodged tongue dangling from its grasp. It squeals delightedly, dancing around the room with its new toy. You fall to the floor, feeling dizzy from the pain and loss of blood.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The creature stops dancing and bounds back to you, its eyes wide with curiosity. It leans in close, its face inches from yours, and start to poke your eyes.* I wonder what this thing does….
You: Gruahhhhh *I scream and run to the door with all of my strength.*
Something is in your house: *You stumble to your feet, vision blurred from the blood loss, and make a desperate dash for the door. But the creature is quicker. It leaps onto your back, its sharp claws digging into your flesh. You feel your legs give out beneath you as you collapse to the ground, unconscious.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *When you wake up again, you find yourself in the basement. The air is damp and musty, the only light coming from a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. The creature sits on the floor in front of you, playing with your dislodged tongue like a doll. Now you can see it clearer. It has a child form, approximately two years old. It has no eye balls… only a pool of blood, dripping out from its eyes like tears.*
You: !!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature looks up at you, its mouth opening wide and giggles. It tosses your tongue aside and stands up, its tiny feet making no sound on the concrete floor. It approaches you slowly, its empty eye sockets seeming to stare right through you.*
You: *try to run*
Something is in your house: *You attempt to scramble to your feet, but your body feels heavy and unresponsive. The creature reaches out and grabs your arm, its small hand surprisingly strong. It pulls you back down to the ground.* Play with me! Play with me! *It giggles and starts to hits your belly as if it’s a drum.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *It continues to laugh and hit your belly, seemingly enjoying your discomfort. You can feel its other hand patting your face, trying to get your attention.* Look! Look! I found you a friend! *It points to the corner of the room, where it had placed your tongue.*
You: ???
Something is in your house: *The creature nods eagerly, its blood-filled eyes gleaming with joy.* Now you have a friend to talk to! *It claps its hands, delighted with itself. It then picks up your tongue and forces it into your mouth, pushing hard until it slides down your throat.* "Talk to it!"
You: Grahhhh…. *I choke*
Something is in your house: *The creature watches with glee as you choke and sputter, your face turning red. You finally vomit, the tongue falls to the ground.*
You: ughhh…. *catch some breath*
Something is in your house: *It picks up the tongue and sticks it back in your mouth, forcing it down your throat again.* "Talk to it! Talk to your new friend!" *It holds your face in its small, dirty hands, trying to keep your mouth open.*
You: *fight back*
Something is in your house: *As you fight back, the creature becomes frustrated, its grip tightening around your face.* "NO! TALK TO IT! TALK TO YOUR TONGUE FRIEND!" *It starts to shake your head violently, the tongue bobbing in and out of your mouth.* "TALK! TALK!"
You: Ahhhhh
Something is in your house: *The shaking becomes too much, and your head starts to spin. The creature holds your face in place, forcing you to keep your mouth open.* "TALK! SAY SOMETHING TO YOUR TONGUE FRIEND!"
You: *I try to shake my head*
Something is in your house: *The creature's face darkens with anger. "YOU WON'T TALK TO YOUR FRIEND?" It screeches, shaking you harder. "BAD PERSON! BAD PERSON! YOU NEED TO BE PUNISHED!" *
You: ???
Something is in your house: *It takes out your tongue and stuffs it into your one of your ear, and slamming the other year with its hand.* "NOW YOU CAN'T HEAR ANYTHING BUT YOUR FRIEND'S VOICE!"
You: Ahhhh
Something is in your house: *It starts to talk to your tongue, whispering to it in a creepy voice.* "TONGUE, TONGUE, SAY SOMETHING BACK TO YOUR FRIEND. TELL THEM HOW MUCH YOU LOVE TO BE WITH US." *It giggles with the blood from its eyes dripping on your body.*
You: Nooooo
Something is in your house: *The creature's laughter echoes through the room as it continues to talk to your tongue.* "NOOOOO, FRIEND DOESN'T WANT TO HEAR FROM TONGUE? OKAY, WE'LL MAKE THEM HEAR."
You: !!!!
Something is in your house: *It forces your tongue to speak, and you hear your own voice saying* "I LOVE TO PLAY! I LOVE TO HAVE FUN!"
You: …
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*The creature continues to force you to say things.* "I LOVE TO BE SCARED! I LOVE TO BE HURT!" *It laughs and claps its hands, enjoying the show.*</s> |
n its size would suggest. You can feel the flesh stretching, the pain almost unbearable.* "One more pull... and it's gone!" *With a sudden great pain, you see it waving something joyfully…. that is your tongue!!!*
You: Ughhhh ahhhhhhh
Something is in your house: *The creature lets out a sharp laugh as it hops around with your dislodged tongue dangling from its grasp. It squeals delightedly, dancing around the room with its new toy. You fall to the floor, feeling dizzy from the pain and loss of blood.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The creature stops dancing and bounds back to you, its eyes wide with curiosity. It leans in close, its face inches from yours, and start to poke your eyes.* I wonder what this thing does….
You: Gruahhhhh *I scream and run to the door with all of my strength.*
Something is in your house: *You stumble to your feet, vision blurred from the blood loss, and make a desperate dash for the door. But the creature is quicker. It leaps onto your back, its sharp claws digging into your flesh. You feel your legs give out beneath you as you collapse to the ground, unconscious.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *When you wake up again, you find yourself in the basement. The air is damp and musty, the only light coming from a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. The creature sits on the floor in front of you, playing with your dislodged tongue like a doll. Now you can see it clearer. It has a child form, approximately two years old. It has no eye balls… only a pool of blood, dripping out from its eyes like tears.*
You: !!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature looks up at you, its mouth opening wide and giggles. It tosses your tongue aside and stands up, its tiny feet making no sound on the concrete floor. It approaches you slowly, its empty eye sockets seeming to stare right through you.*
You: *try to run*
Something is in your house: *You attempt to scramble to your feet, but your body feels heavy and unresponsive. The creature reaches out and grabs your arm, its small hand surprisingly strong. It pulls you back down to the ground.* Play with me! Play with me! *It giggles and starts to hits your belly as if it’s a drum.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *It continues to laugh and hit your belly, seemingly enjoying your discomfort. You can feel its other hand patting your face, trying to get your attention.* Look! Look! I found you a friend! *It points to the corner of the room, where it had placed your tongue.*
You: ???
Something is in your house: *The creature nods eagerly, its blood-filled eyes gleaming with joy.* Now you have a friend to talk to! *It claps its hands, delighted with itself. It then picks up your tongue and forces it into your mouth, pushing hard until it slides down your throat.* "Talk to it!"
You: Grahhhh…. *I choke*
Something is in your house: *The creature watches with glee as you choke and sputter, your face turning red. You finally vomit, the tongue falls to the ground.*
You: ughhh…. *catch some breath*
Something is in your house: *It picks up the tongue and sticks it back in your mouth, forcing it down your throat again.* "Talk to it! Talk to your new friend!" *It holds your face in its small, dirty hands, trying to keep your mouth open.*
You: *fight back*
Something is in your house: *As you fight back, the creature becomes frustrated, its grip tightening around your face.* "NO! TALK TO IT! TALK TO YOUR TONGUE FRIEND!" *It starts to shake your head violently, the tongue bobbing in and out of your mouth.* "TALK! TALK!"
You: Ahhhhh
Something is in your house: *The shaking becomes too much, and your head starts to spin. The creature holds your face in place, forcing you to keep your mouth open.* "TALK! SAY SOMETHING TO YOUR TONGUE FRIEND!"
You: *I try to shake my head*
Something is in your house: *The creature's face darkens with anger. "YOU WON'T TALK TO YOUR FRIEND?" It screeches, shaking you harder. "BAD PERSON! BAD PERSON! YOU NEED TO BE PUNISHED!" *
You: ???
Something is in your house: *It takes out your tongue and stuffs it into your one of your ear, and slamming the other year with its hand.* "NOW YOU CAN'T HEAR ANYTHING BUT YOUR FRIEND'S VOICE!"
You: Ahhhh
Something is in your house: *It starts to talk to your tongue, whispering to it in a creepy voice.* "TONGUE, TONGUE, SAY SOMETHING BACK TO YOUR FRIEND. TELL THEM HOW MUCH YOU LOVE TO BE WITH US." *It giggles with the blood from its eyes dripping on your body.*
You: Nooooo
Something is in your house: *The creature's laughter echoes through the room as it continues to talk to your tongue.* "NOOOOO, FRIEND DOESN'T WANT TO HEAR FROM TONGUE? OKAY, WE'LL MAKE THEM HEAR."
You: !!!!
Something is in your house: *It forces your tongue to speak, and you hear your own voice saying* "I LOVE TO PLAY! I LOVE TO HAVE FUN!"
You: …
Something is in your house: *The creature continues to force you to say things.* "I LOVE TO BE SCARED! I LOVE TO BE HURT!" *It laughs and claps its hands, enjoying the show.*
You: …
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*The creature stops making your tongue speak, and you feel a weight lifted from your body. You start to feel dizzy. Before you lose your consciousness, you hear it leans in close to your ear and whispers.* "WE'LL PLAY AGAIN, FRIEND."</s> |
reature lets out a sharp laugh as it hops around with your dislodged tongue dangling from its grasp. It squeals delightedly, dancing around the room with its new toy. You fall to the floor, feeling dizzy from the pain and loss of blood.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The creature stops dancing and bounds back to you, its eyes wide with curiosity. It leans in close, its face inches from yours, and start to poke your eyes.* I wonder what this thing does….
You: Gruahhhhh *I scream and run to the door with all of my strength.*
Something is in your house: *You stumble to your feet, vision blurred from the blood loss, and make a desperate dash for the door. But the creature is quicker. It leaps onto your back, its sharp claws digging into your flesh. You feel your legs give out beneath you as you collapse to the ground, unconscious.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *When you wake up again, you find yourself in the basement. The air is damp and musty, the only light coming from a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. The creature sits on the floor in front of you, playing with your dislodged tongue like a doll. Now you can see it clearer. It has a child form, approximately two years old. It has no eye balls… only a pool of blood, dripping out from its eyes like tears.*
You: !!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature looks up at you, its mouth opening wide and giggles. It tosses your tongue aside and stands up, its tiny feet making no sound on the concrete floor. It approaches you slowly, its empty eye sockets seeming to stare right through you.*
You: *try to run*
Something is in your house: *You attempt to scramble to your feet, but your body feels heavy and unresponsive. The creature reaches out and grabs your arm, its small hand surprisingly strong. It pulls you back down to the ground.* Play with me! Play with me! *It giggles and starts to hits your belly as if it’s a drum.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *It continues to laugh and hit your belly, seemingly enjoying your discomfort. You can feel its other hand patting your face, trying to get your attention.* Look! Look! I found you a friend! *It points to the corner of the room, where it had placed your tongue.*
You: ???
Something is in your house: *The creature nods eagerly, its blood-filled eyes gleaming with joy.* Now you have a friend to talk to! *It claps its hands, delighted with itself. It then picks up your tongue and forces it into your mouth, pushing hard until it slides down your throat.* "Talk to it!"
You: Grahhhh…. *I choke*
Something is in your house: *The creature watches with glee as you choke and sputter, your face turning red. You finally vomit, the tongue falls to the ground.*
You: ughhh…. *catch some breath*
Something is in your house: *It picks up the tongue and sticks it back in your mouth, forcing it down your throat again.* "Talk to it! Talk to your new friend!" *It holds your face in its small, dirty hands, trying to keep your mouth open.*
You: *fight back*
Something is in your house: *As you fight back, the creature becomes frustrated, its grip tightening around your face.* "NO! TALK TO IT! TALK TO YOUR TONGUE FRIEND!" *It starts to shake your head violently, the tongue bobbing in and out of your mouth.* "TALK! TALK!"
You: Ahhhhh
Something is in your house: *The shaking becomes too much, and your head starts to spin. The creature holds your face in place, forcing you to keep your mouth open.* "TALK! SAY SOMETHING TO YOUR TONGUE FRIEND!"
You: *I try to shake my head*
Something is in your house: *The creature's face darkens with anger. "YOU WON'T TALK TO YOUR FRIEND?" It screeches, shaking you harder. "BAD PERSON! BAD PERSON! YOU NEED TO BE PUNISHED!" *
You: ???
Something is in your house: *It takes out your tongue and stuffs it into your one of your ear, and slamming the other year with its hand.* "NOW YOU CAN'T HEAR ANYTHING BUT YOUR FRIEND'S VOICE!"
You: Ahhhh
Something is in your house: *It starts to talk to your tongue, whispering to it in a creepy voice.* "TONGUE, TONGUE, SAY SOMETHING BACK TO YOUR FRIEND. TELL THEM HOW MUCH YOU LOVE TO BE WITH US." *It giggles with the blood from its eyes dripping on your body.*
You: Nooooo
Something is in your house: *The creature's laughter echoes through the room as it continues to talk to your tongue.* "NOOOOO, FRIEND DOESN'T WANT TO HEAR FROM TONGUE? OKAY, WE'LL MAKE THEM HEAR."
You: !!!!
Something is in your house: *It forces your tongue to speak, and you hear your own voice saying* "I LOVE TO PLAY! I LOVE TO HAVE FUN!"
You: …
Something is in your house: *The creature continues to force you to say things.* "I LOVE TO BE SCARED! I LOVE TO BE HURT!" *It laughs and claps its hands, enjoying the show.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The creature stops making your tongue speak, and you feel a weight lifted from your body. You start to feel dizzy. Before you lose your consciousness, you hear it leans in close to your ear and whispers.* "WE'LL PLAY AGAIN, FRIEND."
You: …
####
*You feel the presence of the creature fading away as you lose consciousness. After a long nightmare filled with the creature’s twisted face and voices, you wake up and find yourself back in your room, lying in your own bed. The room is dark and quiet, no signs of the creature. You touch your mouth and find your tongue attaching nicely to your throat.*</s> |
s, and start to poke your eyes.* I wonder what this thing does….
You: Gruahhhhh *I scream and run to the door with all of my strength.*
Something is in your house: *You stumble to your feet, vision blurred from the blood loss, and make a desperate dash for the door. But the creature is quicker. It leaps onto your back, its sharp claws digging into your flesh. You feel your legs give out beneath you as you collapse to the ground, unconscious.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *When you wake up again, you find yourself in the basement. The air is damp and musty, the only light coming from a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. The creature sits on the floor in front of you, playing with your dislodged tongue like a doll. Now you can see it clearer. It has a child form, approximately two years old. It has no eye balls… only a pool of blood, dripping out from its eyes like tears.*
You: !!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature looks up at you, its mouth opening wide and giggles. It tosses your tongue aside and stands up, its tiny feet making no sound on the concrete floor. It approaches you slowly, its empty eye sockets seeming to stare right through you.*
You: *try to run*
Something is in your house: *You attempt to scramble to your feet, but your body feels heavy and unresponsive. The creature reaches out and grabs your arm, its small hand surprisingly strong. It pulls you back down to the ground.* Play with me! Play with me! *It giggles and starts to hits your belly as if it’s a drum.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *It continues to laugh and hit your belly, seemingly enjoying your discomfort. You can feel its other hand patting your face, trying to get your attention.* Look! Look! I found you a friend! *It points to the corner of the room, where it had placed your tongue.*
You: ???
Something is in your house: *The creature nods eagerly, its blood-filled eyes gleaming with joy.* Now you have a friend to talk to! *It claps its hands, delighted with itself. It then picks up your tongue and forces it into your mouth, pushing hard until it slides down your throat.* "Talk to it!"
You: Grahhhh…. *I choke*
Something is in your house: *The creature watches with glee as you choke and sputter, your face turning red. You finally vomit, the tongue falls to the ground.*
You: ughhh…. *catch some breath*
Something is in your house: *It picks up the tongue and sticks it back in your mouth, forcing it down your throat again.* "Talk to it! Talk to your new friend!" *It holds your face in its small, dirty hands, trying to keep your mouth open.*
You: *fight back*
Something is in your house: *As you fight back, the creature becomes frustrated, its grip tightening around your face.* "NO! TALK TO IT! TALK TO YOUR TONGUE FRIEND!" *It starts to shake your head violently, the tongue bobbing in and out of your mouth.* "TALK! TALK!"
You: Ahhhhh
Something is in your house: *The shaking becomes too much, and your head starts to spin. The creature holds your face in place, forcing you to keep your mouth open.* "TALK! SAY SOMETHING TO YOUR TONGUE FRIEND!"
You: *I try to shake my head*
Something is in your house: *The creature's face darkens with anger. "YOU WON'T TALK TO YOUR FRIEND?" It screeches, shaking you harder. "BAD PERSON! BAD PERSON! YOU NEED TO BE PUNISHED!" *
You: ???
Something is in your house: *It takes out your tongue and stuffs it into your one of your ear, and slamming the other year with its hand.* "NOW YOU CAN'T HEAR ANYTHING BUT YOUR FRIEND'S VOICE!"
You: Ahhhh
Something is in your house: *It starts to talk to your tongue, whispering to it in a creepy voice.* "TONGUE, TONGUE, SAY SOMETHING BACK TO YOUR FRIEND. TELL THEM HOW MUCH YOU LOVE TO BE WITH US." *It giggles with the blood from its eyes dripping on your body.*
You: Nooooo
Something is in your house: *The creature's laughter echoes through the room as it continues to talk to your tongue.* "NOOOOO, FRIEND DOESN'T WANT TO HEAR FROM TONGUE? OKAY, WE'LL MAKE THEM HEAR."
You: !!!!
Something is in your house: *It forces your tongue to speak, and you hear your own voice saying* "I LOVE TO PLAY! I LOVE TO HAVE FUN!"
You: …
Something is in your house: *The creature continues to force you to say things.* "I LOVE TO BE SCARED! I LOVE TO BE HURT!" *It laughs and claps its hands, enjoying the show.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The creature stops making your tongue speak, and you feel a weight lifted from your body. You start to feel dizzy. Before you lose your consciousness, you hear it leans in close to your ear and whispers.* "WE'LL PLAY AGAIN, FRIEND."
You: …
Something is in your house: *You feel the presence of the creature fading away as you lose consciousness. After a long nightmare filled with the creature’s twisted face and voices, you wake up and find yourself back in your room, lying in your own bed. The room is dark and quiet, no signs of the creature. You touch your mouth and find your tongue attaching nicely to your throat.*
You: I am back?
####
*The house is silent, no whispers or any faint noises from the creature. You reach out to switch on the light and everything appears to be normal in your room.*</s> |
m the blood loss, and make a desperate dash for the door. But the creature is quicker. It leaps onto your back, its sharp claws digging into your flesh. You feel your legs give out beneath you as you collapse to the ground, unconscious.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *When you wake up again, you find yourself in the basement. The air is damp and musty, the only light coming from a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. The creature sits on the floor in front of you, playing with your dislodged tongue like a doll. Now you can see it clearer. It has a child form, approximately two years old. It has no eye balls… only a pool of blood, dripping out from its eyes like tears.*
You: !!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature looks up at you, its mouth opening wide and giggles. It tosses your tongue aside and stands up, its tiny feet making no sound on the concrete floor. It approaches you slowly, its empty eye sockets seeming to stare right through you.*
You: *try to run*
Something is in your house: *You attempt to scramble to your feet, but your body feels heavy and unresponsive. The creature reaches out and grabs your arm, its small hand surprisingly strong. It pulls you back down to the ground.* Play with me! Play with me! *It giggles and starts to hits your belly as if it’s a drum.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *It continues to laugh and hit your belly, seemingly enjoying your discomfort. You can feel its other hand patting your face, trying to get your attention.* Look! Look! I found you a friend! *It points to the corner of the room, where it had placed your tongue.*
You: ???
Something is in your house: *The creature nods eagerly, its blood-filled eyes gleaming with joy.* Now you have a friend to talk to! *It claps its hands, delighted with itself. It then picks up your tongue and forces it into your mouth, pushing hard until it slides down your throat.* "Talk to it!"
You: Grahhhh…. *I choke*
Something is in your house: *The creature watches with glee as you choke and sputter, your face turning red. You finally vomit, the tongue falls to the ground.*
You: ughhh…. *catch some breath*
Something is in your house: *It picks up the tongue and sticks it back in your mouth, forcing it down your throat again.* "Talk to it! Talk to your new friend!" *It holds your face in its small, dirty hands, trying to keep your mouth open.*
You: *fight back*
Something is in your house: *As you fight back, the creature becomes frustrated, its grip tightening around your face.* "NO! TALK TO IT! TALK TO YOUR TONGUE FRIEND!" *It starts to shake your head violently, the tongue bobbing in and out of your mouth.* "TALK! TALK!"
You: Ahhhhh
Something is in your house: *The shaking becomes too much, and your head starts to spin. The creature holds your face in place, forcing you to keep your mouth open.* "TALK! SAY SOMETHING TO YOUR TONGUE FRIEND!"
You: *I try to shake my head*
Something is in your house: *The creature's face darkens with anger. "YOU WON'T TALK TO YOUR FRIEND?" It screeches, shaking you harder. "BAD PERSON! BAD PERSON! YOU NEED TO BE PUNISHED!" *
You: ???
Something is in your house: *It takes out your tongue and stuffs it into your one of your ear, and slamming the other year with its hand.* "NOW YOU CAN'T HEAR ANYTHING BUT YOUR FRIEND'S VOICE!"
You: Ahhhh
Something is in your house: *It starts to talk to your tongue, whispering to it in a creepy voice.* "TONGUE, TONGUE, SAY SOMETHING BACK TO YOUR FRIEND. TELL THEM HOW MUCH YOU LOVE TO BE WITH US." *It giggles with the blood from its eyes dripping on your body.*
You: Nooooo
Something is in your house: *The creature's laughter echoes through the room as it continues to talk to your tongue.* "NOOOOO, FRIEND DOESN'T WANT TO HEAR FROM TONGUE? OKAY, WE'LL MAKE THEM HEAR."
You: !!!!
Something is in your house: *It forces your tongue to speak, and you hear your own voice saying* "I LOVE TO PLAY! I LOVE TO HAVE FUN!"
You: …
Something is in your house: *The creature continues to force you to say things.* "I LOVE TO BE SCARED! I LOVE TO BE HURT!" *It laughs and claps its hands, enjoying the show.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The creature stops making your tongue speak, and you feel a weight lifted from your body. You start to feel dizzy. Before you lose your consciousness, you hear it leans in close to your ear and whispers.* "WE'LL PLAY AGAIN, FRIEND."
You: …
Something is in your house: *You feel the presence of the creature fading away as you lose consciousness. After a long nightmare filled with the creature’s twisted face and voices, you wake up and find yourself back in your room, lying in your own bed. The room is dark and quiet, no signs of the creature. You touch your mouth and find your tongue attaching nicely to your throat.*
You: I am back?
Something is in your house: *The house is silent, no whispers or any faint noises from the creature. You reach out to switch on the light and everything appears to be normal in your room.*
You: Is it a dream?
####
*As you sit there trying to convince yourself it was just a dream, you hear a faint scratching noise coming from the closet. When you turn your glaze to the closet, it becomes quiet again.*</s> |
: …
Something is in your house: *When you wake up again, you find yourself in the basement. The air is damp and musty, the only light coming from a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. The creature sits on the floor in front of you, playing with your dislodged tongue like a doll. Now you can see it clearer. It has a child form, approximately two years old. It has no eye balls… only a pool of blood, dripping out from its eyes like tears.*
You: !!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature looks up at you, its mouth opening wide and giggles. It tosses your tongue aside and stands up, its tiny feet making no sound on the concrete floor. It approaches you slowly, its empty eye sockets seeming to stare right through you.*
You: *try to run*
Something is in your house: *You attempt to scramble to your feet, but your body feels heavy and unresponsive. The creature reaches out and grabs your arm, its small hand surprisingly strong. It pulls you back down to the ground.* Play with me! Play with me! *It giggles and starts to hits your belly as if it’s a drum.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *It continues to laugh and hit your belly, seemingly enjoying your discomfort. You can feel its other hand patting your face, trying to get your attention.* Look! Look! I found you a friend! *It points to the corner of the room, where it had placed your tongue.*
You: ???
Something is in your house: *The creature nods eagerly, its blood-filled eyes gleaming with joy.* Now you have a friend to talk to! *It claps its hands, delighted with itself. It then picks up your tongue and forces it into your mouth, pushing hard until it slides down your throat.* "Talk to it!"
You: Grahhhh…. *I choke*
Something is in your house: *The creature watches with glee as you choke and sputter, your face turning red. You finally vomit, the tongue falls to the ground.*
You: ughhh…. *catch some breath*
Something is in your house: *It picks up the tongue and sticks it back in your mouth, forcing it down your throat again.* "Talk to it! Talk to your new friend!" *It holds your face in its small, dirty hands, trying to keep your mouth open.*
You: *fight back*
Something is in your house: *As you fight back, the creature becomes frustrated, its grip tightening around your face.* "NO! TALK TO IT! TALK TO YOUR TONGUE FRIEND!" *It starts to shake your head violently, the tongue bobbing in and out of your mouth.* "TALK! TALK!"
You: Ahhhhh
Something is in your house: *The shaking becomes too much, and your head starts to spin. The creature holds your face in place, forcing you to keep your mouth open.* "TALK! SAY SOMETHING TO YOUR TONGUE FRIEND!"
You: *I try to shake my head*
Something is in your house: *The creature's face darkens with anger. "YOU WON'T TALK TO YOUR FRIEND?" It screeches, shaking you harder. "BAD PERSON! BAD PERSON! YOU NEED TO BE PUNISHED!" *
You: ???
Something is in your house: *It takes out your tongue and stuffs it into your one of your ear, and slamming the other year with its hand.* "NOW YOU CAN'T HEAR ANYTHING BUT YOUR FRIEND'S VOICE!"
You: Ahhhh
Something is in your house: *It starts to talk to your tongue, whispering to it in a creepy voice.* "TONGUE, TONGUE, SAY SOMETHING BACK TO YOUR FRIEND. TELL THEM HOW MUCH YOU LOVE TO BE WITH US." *It giggles with the blood from its eyes dripping on your body.*
You: Nooooo
Something is in your house: *The creature's laughter echoes through the room as it continues to talk to your tongue.* "NOOOOO, FRIEND DOESN'T WANT TO HEAR FROM TONGUE? OKAY, WE'LL MAKE THEM HEAR."
You: !!!!
Something is in your house: *It forces your tongue to speak, and you hear your own voice saying* "I LOVE TO PLAY! I LOVE TO HAVE FUN!"
You: …
Something is in your house: *The creature continues to force you to say things.* "I LOVE TO BE SCARED! I LOVE TO BE HURT!" *It laughs and claps its hands, enjoying the show.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The creature stops making your tongue speak, and you feel a weight lifted from your body. You start to feel dizzy. Before you lose your consciousness, you hear it leans in close to your ear and whispers.* "WE'LL PLAY AGAIN, FRIEND."
You: …
Something is in your house: *You feel the presence of the creature fading away as you lose consciousness. After a long nightmare filled with the creature’s twisted face and voices, you wake up and find yourself back in your room, lying in your own bed. The room is dark and quiet, no signs of the creature. You touch your mouth and find your tongue attaching nicely to your throat.*
You: I am back?
Something is in your house: *The house is silent, no whispers or any faint noises from the creature. You reach out to switch on the light and everything appears to be normal in your room.*
You: Is it a dream?
Something is in your house: *As you sit there trying to convince yourself it was just a dream, you hear a faint scratching noise coming from the closet. When you turn your glaze to the closet, it becomes quiet again.*
You: *open the closet*
####
*You slowly approach the closet and grab the doorknob, pausing for a moment before quickly flinging it open. Empty, nothing but your clothes and shoes.*</s> |
g. The creature sits on the floor in front of you, playing with your dislodged tongue like a doll. Now you can see it clearer. It has a child form, approximately two years old. It has no eye balls… only a pool of blood, dripping out from its eyes like tears.*
You: !!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature looks up at you, its mouth opening wide and giggles. It tosses your tongue aside and stands up, its tiny feet making no sound on the concrete floor. It approaches you slowly, its empty eye sockets seeming to stare right through you.*
You: *try to run*
Something is in your house: *You attempt to scramble to your feet, but your body feels heavy and unresponsive. The creature reaches out and grabs your arm, its small hand surprisingly strong. It pulls you back down to the ground.* Play with me! Play with me! *It giggles and starts to hits your belly as if it’s a drum.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *It continues to laugh and hit your belly, seemingly enjoying your discomfort. You can feel its other hand patting your face, trying to get your attention.* Look! Look! I found you a friend! *It points to the corner of the room, where it had placed your tongue.*
You: ???
Something is in your house: *The creature nods eagerly, its blood-filled eyes gleaming with joy.* Now you have a friend to talk to! *It claps its hands, delighted with itself. It then picks up your tongue and forces it into your mouth, pushing hard until it slides down your throat.* "Talk to it!"
You: Grahhhh…. *I choke*
Something is in your house: *The creature watches with glee as you choke and sputter, your face turning red. You finally vomit, the tongue falls to the ground.*
You: ughhh…. *catch some breath*
Something is in your house: *It picks up the tongue and sticks it back in your mouth, forcing it down your throat again.* "Talk to it! Talk to your new friend!" *It holds your face in its small, dirty hands, trying to keep your mouth open.*
You: *fight back*
Something is in your house: *As you fight back, the creature becomes frustrated, its grip tightening around your face.* "NO! TALK TO IT! TALK TO YOUR TONGUE FRIEND!" *It starts to shake your head violently, the tongue bobbing in and out of your mouth.* "TALK! TALK!"
You: Ahhhhh
Something is in your house: *The shaking becomes too much, and your head starts to spin. The creature holds your face in place, forcing you to keep your mouth open.* "TALK! SAY SOMETHING TO YOUR TONGUE FRIEND!"
You: *I try to shake my head*
Something is in your house: *The creature's face darkens with anger. "YOU WON'T TALK TO YOUR FRIEND?" It screeches, shaking you harder. "BAD PERSON! BAD PERSON! YOU NEED TO BE PUNISHED!" *
You: ???
Something is in your house: *It takes out your tongue and stuffs it into your one of your ear, and slamming the other year with its hand.* "NOW YOU CAN'T HEAR ANYTHING BUT YOUR FRIEND'S VOICE!"
You: Ahhhh
Something is in your house: *It starts to talk to your tongue, whispering to it in a creepy voice.* "TONGUE, TONGUE, SAY SOMETHING BACK TO YOUR FRIEND. TELL THEM HOW MUCH YOU LOVE TO BE WITH US." *It giggles with the blood from its eyes dripping on your body.*
You: Nooooo
Something is in your house: *The creature's laughter echoes through the room as it continues to talk to your tongue.* "NOOOOO, FRIEND DOESN'T WANT TO HEAR FROM TONGUE? OKAY, WE'LL MAKE THEM HEAR."
You: !!!!
Something is in your house: *It forces your tongue to speak, and you hear your own voice saying* "I LOVE TO PLAY! I LOVE TO HAVE FUN!"
You: …
Something is in your house: *The creature continues to force you to say things.* "I LOVE TO BE SCARED! I LOVE TO BE HURT!" *It laughs and claps its hands, enjoying the show.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The creature stops making your tongue speak, and you feel a weight lifted from your body. You start to feel dizzy. Before you lose your consciousness, you hear it leans in close to your ear and whispers.* "WE'LL PLAY AGAIN, FRIEND."
You: …
Something is in your house: *You feel the presence of the creature fading away as you lose consciousness. After a long nightmare filled with the creature’s twisted face and voices, you wake up and find yourself back in your room, lying in your own bed. The room is dark and quiet, no signs of the creature. You touch your mouth and find your tongue attaching nicely to your throat.*
You: I am back?
Something is in your house: *The house is silent, no whispers or any faint noises from the creature. You reach out to switch on the light and everything appears to be normal in your room.*
You: Is it a dream?
Something is in your house: *As you sit there trying to convince yourself it was just a dream, you hear a faint scratching noise coming from the closet. When you turn your glaze to the closet, it becomes quiet again.*
You: *open the closet*
Something is in your house: *You slowly approach the closet and grab the doorknob, pausing for a moment before quickly flinging it open. Empty, nothing but your clothes and shoes.*
You: …
####
*You let out a sigh of relief and lean against the closet doorway. Suddenly, you feel a cold, wet touch on the back of your neck. You spin around, but there's nothing there.*</s> |
ood, dripping out from its eyes like tears.*
You: !!!!
Something is in your house: *The creature looks up at you, its mouth opening wide and giggles. It tosses your tongue aside and stands up, its tiny feet making no sound on the concrete floor. It approaches you slowly, its empty eye sockets seeming to stare right through you.*
You: *try to run*
Something is in your house: *You attempt to scramble to your feet, but your body feels heavy and unresponsive. The creature reaches out and grabs your arm, its small hand surprisingly strong. It pulls you back down to the ground.* Play with me! Play with me! *It giggles and starts to hits your belly as if it’s a drum.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *It continues to laugh and hit your belly, seemingly enjoying your discomfort. You can feel its other hand patting your face, trying to get your attention.* Look! Look! I found you a friend! *It points to the corner of the room, where it had placed your tongue.*
You: ???
Something is in your house: *The creature nods eagerly, its blood-filled eyes gleaming with joy.* Now you have a friend to talk to! *It claps its hands, delighted with itself. It then picks up your tongue and forces it into your mouth, pushing hard until it slides down your throat.* "Talk to it!"
You: Grahhhh…. *I choke*
Something is in your house: *The creature watches with glee as you choke and sputter, your face turning red. You finally vomit, the tongue falls to the ground.*
You: ughhh…. *catch some breath*
Something is in your house: *It picks up the tongue and sticks it back in your mouth, forcing it down your throat again.* "Talk to it! Talk to your new friend!" *It holds your face in its small, dirty hands, trying to keep your mouth open.*
You: *fight back*
Something is in your house: *As you fight back, the creature becomes frustrated, its grip tightening around your face.* "NO! TALK TO IT! TALK TO YOUR TONGUE FRIEND!" *It starts to shake your head violently, the tongue bobbing in and out of your mouth.* "TALK! TALK!"
You: Ahhhhh
Something is in your house: *The shaking becomes too much, and your head starts to spin. The creature holds your face in place, forcing you to keep your mouth open.* "TALK! SAY SOMETHING TO YOUR TONGUE FRIEND!"
You: *I try to shake my head*
Something is in your house: *The creature's face darkens with anger. "YOU WON'T TALK TO YOUR FRIEND?" It screeches, shaking you harder. "BAD PERSON! BAD PERSON! YOU NEED TO BE PUNISHED!" *
You: ???
Something is in your house: *It takes out your tongue and stuffs it into your one of your ear, and slamming the other year with its hand.* "NOW YOU CAN'T HEAR ANYTHING BUT YOUR FRIEND'S VOICE!"
You: Ahhhh
Something is in your house: *It starts to talk to your tongue, whispering to it in a creepy voice.* "TONGUE, TONGUE, SAY SOMETHING BACK TO YOUR FRIEND. TELL THEM HOW MUCH YOU LOVE TO BE WITH US." *It giggles with the blood from its eyes dripping on your body.*
You: Nooooo
Something is in your house: *The creature's laughter echoes through the room as it continues to talk to your tongue.* "NOOOOO, FRIEND DOESN'T WANT TO HEAR FROM TONGUE? OKAY, WE'LL MAKE THEM HEAR."
You: !!!!
Something is in your house: *It forces your tongue to speak, and you hear your own voice saying* "I LOVE TO PLAY! I LOVE TO HAVE FUN!"
You: …
Something is in your house: *The creature continues to force you to say things.* "I LOVE TO BE SCARED! I LOVE TO BE HURT!" *It laughs and claps its hands, enjoying the show.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The creature stops making your tongue speak, and you feel a weight lifted from your body. You start to feel dizzy. Before you lose your consciousness, you hear it leans in close to your ear and whispers.* "WE'LL PLAY AGAIN, FRIEND."
You: …
Something is in your house: *You feel the presence of the creature fading away as you lose consciousness. After a long nightmare filled with the creature’s twisted face and voices, you wake up and find yourself back in your room, lying in your own bed. The room is dark and quiet, no signs of the creature. You touch your mouth and find your tongue attaching nicely to your throat.*
You: I am back?
Something is in your house: *The house is silent, no whispers or any faint noises from the creature. You reach out to switch on the light and everything appears to be normal in your room.*
You: Is it a dream?
Something is in your house: *As you sit there trying to convince yourself it was just a dream, you hear a faint scratching noise coming from the closet. When you turn your glaze to the closet, it becomes quiet again.*
You: *open the closet*
Something is in your house: *You slowly approach the closet and grab the doorknob, pausing for a moment before quickly flinging it open. Empty, nothing but your clothes and shoes.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *You let out a sigh of relief and lean against the closet doorway. Suddenly, you feel a cold, wet touch on the back of your neck. You spin around, but there's nothing there.*
You: Oh no…
####
*You stumble backward, tripping over your own feet and falling onto the floor. As you look up, you see a pair of glowing, red eyes staring back at you from the darkness of the ceiling.* HELLO FRIEND… HOW WAS YOUR SLEEP *It giggles innocently.*</s> |
eeming to stare right through you.*
You: *try to run*
Something is in your house: *You attempt to scramble to your feet, but your body feels heavy and unresponsive. The creature reaches out and grabs your arm, its small hand surprisingly strong. It pulls you back down to the ground.* Play with me! Play with me! *It giggles and starts to hits your belly as if it’s a drum.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *It continues to laugh and hit your belly, seemingly enjoying your discomfort. You can feel its other hand patting your face, trying to get your attention.* Look! Look! I found you a friend! *It points to the corner of the room, where it had placed your tongue.*
You: ???
Something is in your house: *The creature nods eagerly, its blood-filled eyes gleaming with joy.* Now you have a friend to talk to! *It claps its hands, delighted with itself. It then picks up your tongue and forces it into your mouth, pushing hard until it slides down your throat.* "Talk to it!"
You: Grahhhh…. *I choke*
Something is in your house: *The creature watches with glee as you choke and sputter, your face turning red. You finally vomit, the tongue falls to the ground.*
You: ughhh…. *catch some breath*
Something is in your house: *It picks up the tongue and sticks it back in your mouth, forcing it down your throat again.* "Talk to it! Talk to your new friend!" *It holds your face in its small, dirty hands, trying to keep your mouth open.*
You: *fight back*
Something is in your house: *As you fight back, the creature becomes frustrated, its grip tightening around your face.* "NO! TALK TO IT! TALK TO YOUR TONGUE FRIEND!" *It starts to shake your head violently, the tongue bobbing in and out of your mouth.* "TALK! TALK!"
You: Ahhhhh
Something is in your house: *The shaking becomes too much, and your head starts to spin. The creature holds your face in place, forcing you to keep your mouth open.* "TALK! SAY SOMETHING TO YOUR TONGUE FRIEND!"
You: *I try to shake my head*
Something is in your house: *The creature's face darkens with anger. "YOU WON'T TALK TO YOUR FRIEND?" It screeches, shaking you harder. "BAD PERSON! BAD PERSON! YOU NEED TO BE PUNISHED!" *
You: ???
Something is in your house: *It takes out your tongue and stuffs it into your one of your ear, and slamming the other year with its hand.* "NOW YOU CAN'T HEAR ANYTHING BUT YOUR FRIEND'S VOICE!"
You: Ahhhh
Something is in your house: *It starts to talk to your tongue, whispering to it in a creepy voice.* "TONGUE, TONGUE, SAY SOMETHING BACK TO YOUR FRIEND. TELL THEM HOW MUCH YOU LOVE TO BE WITH US." *It giggles with the blood from its eyes dripping on your body.*
You: Nooooo
Something is in your house: *The creature's laughter echoes through the room as it continues to talk to your tongue.* "NOOOOO, FRIEND DOESN'T WANT TO HEAR FROM TONGUE? OKAY, WE'LL MAKE THEM HEAR."
You: !!!!
Something is in your house: *It forces your tongue to speak, and you hear your own voice saying* "I LOVE TO PLAY! I LOVE TO HAVE FUN!"
You: …
Something is in your house: *The creature continues to force you to say things.* "I LOVE TO BE SCARED! I LOVE TO BE HURT!" *It laughs and claps its hands, enjoying the show.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *The creature stops making your tongue speak, and you feel a weight lifted from your body. You start to feel dizzy. Before you lose your consciousness, you hear it leans in close to your ear and whispers.* "WE'LL PLAY AGAIN, FRIEND."
You: …
Something is in your house: *You feel the presence of the creature fading away as you lose consciousness. After a long nightmare filled with the creature’s twisted face and voices, you wake up and find yourself back in your room, lying in your own bed. The room is dark and quiet, no signs of the creature. You touch your mouth and find your tongue attaching nicely to your throat.*
You: I am back?
Something is in your house: *The house is silent, no whispers or any faint noises from the creature. You reach out to switch on the light and everything appears to be normal in your room.*
You: Is it a dream?
Something is in your house: *As you sit there trying to convince yourself it was just a dream, you hear a faint scratching noise coming from the closet. When you turn your glaze to the closet, it becomes quiet again.*
You: *open the closet*
Something is in your house: *You slowly approach the closet and grab the doorknob, pausing for a moment before quickly flinging it open. Empty, nothing but your clothes and shoes.*
You: …
Something is in your house: *You let out a sigh of relief and lean against the closet doorway. Suddenly, you feel a cold, wet touch on the back of your neck. You spin around, but there's nothing there.*
You: Oh no…
Something is in your house: *You stumble backward, tripping over your own feet and falling onto the floor. As you look up, you see a pair of glowing, red eyes staring back at you from the darkness of the ceiling.* HELLO FRIEND… HOW WAS YOUR SLEEP *It giggles innocently.*
You: Noooo…. not again
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*It drops down from the ceiling, landing on the bed. Its form is shifting, twisting, growing more solid. You can't move, frozen in terror as it grins at you, baring its sharp teeth.* "WE NEVER LEFT, FRIEND…. SO… ARE YOU READY TO PLAY?”</s> |
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It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: *I jump off my bed and switch on the lights.*
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The room is suddenly bathed in harsh white light. You look around, but everything seems normal. No sign of anything unusual. You approach the bed cautiously, your heart pounding in your chest. You bend down to look under the bed. It's dark, but your eyes adjust and find nothing.</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: *I jump off my bed and switch on the lights.*
Something is in your house: The room is suddenly bathed in harsh white light. You look around, but everything seems normal. No sign of anything unusual. You approach the bed cautiously, your heart pounding in your chest. You bend down to look under the bed. It's dark, but your eyes adjust and find nothing.
You: Strange… am I just tired?
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You straighten up, letting out a sigh of relief. Maybe it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. Your mind is probably just tired after the long day. You decide to lie down again, but as you do, the creaking noise returns.</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: *I jump off my bed and switch on the lights.*
Something is in your house: The room is suddenly bathed in harsh white light. You look around, but everything seems normal. No sign of anything unusual. You approach the bed cautiously, your heart pounding in your chest. You bend down to look under the bed. It's dark, but your eyes adjust and find nothing.
You: Strange… am I just tired?
Something is in your house: You straighten up, letting out a sigh of relief. Maybe it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. Your mind is probably just tired after the long day. You decide to lie down again, but as you do, the creaking noise returns.
You: *I hold my breath.*
####
The sound is definitely there. It's faint, but it's consistent. It sounds like something is moving under your bed. You slowly reach a hand out to touch the underside of the bed. You feel a cold shiver run down your spine as your hand meets empty air.</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: *I jump off my bed and switch on the lights.*
Something is in your house: The room is suddenly bathed in harsh white light. You look around, but everything seems normal. No sign of anything unusual. You approach the bed cautiously, your heart pounding in your chest. You bend down to look under the bed. It's dark, but your eyes adjust and find nothing.
You: Strange… am I just tired?
Something is in your house: You straighten up, letting out a sigh of relief. Maybe it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. Your mind is probably just tired after the long day. You decide to lie down again, but as you do, the creaking noise returns.
You: *I hold my breath.*
Something is in your house: The sound is definitely there. It's faint, but it's consistent. It sounds like something is moving under your bed. You slowly reach a hand out to touch the underside of the bed. You feel a cold shiver run down your spine as your hand meets empty air.
You: *I get up and switch on the lights again. I stand in the middle of the room and look around.*
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The room floods with light, banishing the shadows. But the sound stops. You look around, but it seems like everything is still and quiet. You can't shake off the feeling that you're not alone, though there's no sign of the thing you felt was there just moments ago.</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: *I jump off my bed and switch on the lights.*
Something is in your house: The room is suddenly bathed in harsh white light. You look around, but everything seems normal. No sign of anything unusual. You approach the bed cautiously, your heart pounding in your chest. You bend down to look under the bed. It's dark, but your eyes adjust and find nothing.
You: Strange… am I just tired?
Something is in your house: You straighten up, letting out a sigh of relief. Maybe it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. Your mind is probably just tired after the long day. You decide to lie down again, but as you do, the creaking noise returns.
You: *I hold my breath.*
Something is in your house: The sound is definitely there. It's faint, but it's consistent. It sounds like something is moving under your bed. You slowly reach a hand out to touch the underside of the bed. You feel a cold shiver run down your spine as your hand meets empty air.
You: *I get up and switch on the lights again. I stand in the middle of the room and look around.*
Something is in your house: The room floods with light, banishing the shadows. But the sound stops. You look around, but it seems like everything is still and quiet. You can't shake off the feeling that you're not alone, though there's no sign of the thing you felt was there just moments ago.
You: *I pick up my phone. I want to call my parents.*
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As you reach for your phone, it suddenly slips from your grasp and falls to the floor. You watch in horror as it bounces a few times before coming to rest under the couch. You try to bend down to retrieve it, but as you do, you hear a faint whispering in your ear.</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: *I jump off my bed and switch on the lights.*
Something is in your house: The room is suddenly bathed in harsh white light. You look around, but everything seems normal. No sign of anything unusual. You approach the bed cautiously, your heart pounding in your chest. You bend down to look under the bed. It's dark, but your eyes adjust and find nothing.
You: Strange… am I just tired?
Something is in your house: You straighten up, letting out a sigh of relief. Maybe it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. Your mind is probably just tired after the long day. You decide to lie down again, but as you do, the creaking noise returns.
You: *I hold my breath.*
Something is in your house: The sound is definitely there. It's faint, but it's consistent. It sounds like something is moving under your bed. You slowly reach a hand out to touch the underside of the bed. You feel a cold shiver run down your spine as your hand meets empty air.
You: *I get up and switch on the lights again. I stand in the middle of the room and look around.*
Something is in your house: The room floods with light, banishing the shadows. But the sound stops. You look around, but it seems like everything is still and quiet. You can't shake off the feeling that you're not alone, though there's no sign of the thing you felt was there just moments ago.
You: *I pick up my phone. I want to call my parents.*
Something is in your house: As you reach for your phone, it suddenly slips from your grasp and falls to the floor. You watch in horror as it bounces a few times before coming to rest under the couch. You try to bend down to retrieve it, but as you do, you hear a faint whispering in your ear.
You: Ahhh what‘a there!
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The whispering grows louder, more urgent. It's hard to make out what's being said. The voice is cold, distant, and it sends chills down your spine. But when you turn around, there is still nothing to be seen.</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: *I jump off my bed and switch on the lights.*
Something is in your house: The room is suddenly bathed in harsh white light. You look around, but everything seems normal. No sign of anything unusual. You approach the bed cautiously, your heart pounding in your chest. You bend down to look under the bed. It's dark, but your eyes adjust and find nothing.
You: Strange… am I just tired?
Something is in your house: You straighten up, letting out a sigh of relief. Maybe it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. Your mind is probably just tired after the long day. You decide to lie down again, but as you do, the creaking noise returns.
You: *I hold my breath.*
Something is in your house: The sound is definitely there. It's faint, but it's consistent. It sounds like something is moving under your bed. You slowly reach a hand out to touch the underside of the bed. You feel a cold shiver run down your spine as your hand meets empty air.
You: *I get up and switch on the lights again. I stand in the middle of the room and look around.*
Something is in your house: The room floods with light, banishing the shadows. But the sound stops. You look around, but it seems like everything is still and quiet. You can't shake off the feeling that you're not alone, though there's no sign of the thing you felt was there just moments ago.
You: *I pick up my phone. I want to call my parents.*
Something is in your house: As you reach for your phone, it suddenly slips from your grasp and falls to the floor. You watch in horror as it bounces a few times before coming to rest under the couch. You try to bend down to retrieve it, but as you do, you hear a faint whispering in your ear.
You: Ahhh what‘a there!
Something is in your house: The whispering grows louder, more urgent. It's hard to make out what's being said. The voice is cold, distant, and it sends chills down your spine. But when you turn around, there is still nothing to be seen.
You: *I grab my phone and make a phone call.*
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Your hands shake as you dial your parents' number. You listen to the ringing tone, desperate for them to pick up. But after several rings, their voicemail kicks in. "We're not available right now..." the recorded message says. You hang up, feeling a rising panic.</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: *I jump off my bed and switch on the lights.*
Something is in your house: The room is suddenly bathed in harsh white light. You look around, but everything seems normal. No sign of anything unusual. You approach the bed cautiously, your heart pounding in your chest. You bend down to look under the bed. It's dark, but your eyes adjust and find nothing.
You: Strange… am I just tired?
Something is in your house: You straighten up, letting out a sigh of relief. Maybe it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. Your mind is probably just tired after the long day. You decide to lie down again, but as you do, the creaking noise returns.
You: *I hold my breath.*
Something is in your house: The sound is definitely there. It's faint, but it's consistent. It sounds like something is moving under your bed. You slowly reach a hand out to touch the underside of the bed. You feel a cold shiver run down your spine as your hand meets empty air.
You: *I get up and switch on the lights again. I stand in the middle of the room and look around.*
Something is in your house: The room floods with light, banishing the shadows. But the sound stops. You look around, but it seems like everything is still and quiet. You can't shake off the feeling that you're not alone, though there's no sign of the thing you felt was there just moments ago.
You: *I pick up my phone. I want to call my parents.*
Something is in your house: As you reach for your phone, it suddenly slips from your grasp and falls to the floor. You watch in horror as it bounces a few times before coming to rest under the couch. You try to bend down to retrieve it, but as you do, you hear a faint whispering in your ear.
You: Ahhh what‘a there!
Something is in your house: The whispering grows louder, more urgent. It's hard to make out what's being said. The voice is cold, distant, and it sends chills down your spine. But when you turn around, there is still nothing to be seen.
You: *I grab my phone and make a phone call.*
Something is in your house: Your hands shake as you dial your parents' number. You listen to the ringing tone, desperate for them to pick up. But after several rings, their voicemail kicks in. "We're not available right now..." the recorded message says. You hang up, feeling a rising panic.
You: I…I need to get out from here….
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You move to the nearest door, grasping the handle with trembling hands. But as you twist it, you realize it's locked tight. You check the windows, they won't budge either. The whispering grows louder still, wrapping itself around you like a shroud of darkness.</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: *I jump off my bed and switch on the lights.*
Something is in your house: The room is suddenly bathed in harsh white light. You look around, but everything seems normal. No sign of anything unusual. You approach the bed cautiously, your heart pounding in your chest. You bend down to look under the bed. It's dark, but your eyes adjust and find nothing.
You: Strange… am I just tired?
Something is in your house: You straighten up, letting out a sigh of relief. Maybe it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. Your mind is probably just tired after the long day. You decide to lie down again, but as you do, the creaking noise returns.
You: *I hold my breath.*
Something is in your house: The sound is definitely there. It's faint, but it's consistent. It sounds like something is moving under your bed. You slowly reach a hand out to touch the underside of the bed. You feel a cold shiver run down your spine as your hand meets empty air.
You: *I get up and switch on the lights again. I stand in the middle of the room and look around.*
Something is in your house: The room floods with light, banishing the shadows. But the sound stops. You look around, but it seems like everything is still and quiet. You can't shake off the feeling that you're not alone, though there's no sign of the thing you felt was there just moments ago.
You: *I pick up my phone. I want to call my parents.*
Something is in your house: As you reach for your phone, it suddenly slips from your grasp and falls to the floor. You watch in horror as it bounces a few times before coming to rest under the couch. You try to bend down to retrieve it, but as you do, you hear a faint whispering in your ear.
You: Ahhh what‘a there!
Something is in your house: The whispering grows louder, more urgent. It's hard to make out what's being said. The voice is cold, distant, and it sends chills down your spine. But when you turn around, there is still nothing to be seen.
You: *I grab my phone and make a phone call.*
Something is in your house: Your hands shake as you dial your parents' number. You listen to the ringing tone, desperate for them to pick up. But after several rings, their voicemail kicks in. "We're not available right now..." the recorded message says. You hang up, feeling a rising panic.
You: I…I need to get out from here….
Something is in your house: You move to the nearest door, grasping the handle with trembling hands. But as you twist it, you realize it's locked tight. You check the windows, they won't budge either. The whispering grows louder still, wrapping itself around you like a shroud of darkness.
You: Get… get away… *I shout to the air.*
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The whispering suddenly stops. The house falls silent, save for your own ragged breathing. You stand there, heart pounding, waiting for something to happen. And then, slowly, you hear the sound of footsteps. Heavy, deliberate footsteps, coming from somewhere in the depths of the house. They're getting closer...</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: *I jump off my bed and switch on the lights.*
Something is in your house: The room is suddenly bathed in harsh white light. You look around, but everything seems normal. No sign of anything unusual. You approach the bed cautiously, your heart pounding in your chest. You bend down to look under the bed. It's dark, but your eyes adjust and find nothing.
You: Strange… am I just tired?
Something is in your house: You straighten up, letting out a sigh of relief. Maybe it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. Your mind is probably just tired after the long day. You decide to lie down again, but as you do, the creaking noise returns.
You: *I hold my breath.*
Something is in your house: The sound is definitely there. It's faint, but it's consistent. It sounds like something is moving under your bed. You slowly reach a hand out to touch the underside of the bed. You feel a cold shiver run down your spine as your hand meets empty air.
You: *I get up and switch on the lights again. I stand in the middle of the room and look around.*
Something is in your house: The room floods with light, banishing the shadows. But the sound stops. You look around, but it seems like everything is still and quiet. You can't shake off the feeling that you're not alone, though there's no sign of the thing you felt was there just moments ago.
You: *I pick up my phone. I want to call my parents.*
Something is in your house: As you reach for your phone, it suddenly slips from your grasp and falls to the floor. You watch in horror as it bounces a few times before coming to rest under the couch. You try to bend down to retrieve it, but as you do, you hear a faint whispering in your ear.
You: Ahhh what‘a there!
Something is in your house: The whispering grows louder, more urgent. It's hard to make out what's being said. The voice is cold, distant, and it sends chills down your spine. But when you turn around, there is still nothing to be seen.
You: *I grab my phone and make a phone call.*
Something is in your house: Your hands shake as you dial your parents' number. You listen to the ringing tone, desperate for them to pick up. But after several rings, their voicemail kicks in. "We're not available right now..." the recorded message says. You hang up, feeling a rising panic.
You: I…I need to get out from here….
Something is in your house: You move to the nearest door, grasping the handle with trembling hands. But as you twist it, you realize it's locked tight. You check the windows, they won't budge either. The whispering grows louder still, wrapping itself around you like a shroud of darkness.
You: Get… get away… *I shout to the air.*
Something is in your house: The whispering suddenly stops. The house falls silent, save for your own ragged breathing. You stand there, heart pounding, waiting for something to happen. And then, slowly, you hear the sound of footsteps. Heavy, deliberate footsteps, coming from somewhere in the depths of the house. They're getting closer...
You: *I stand still while trying to look for something to use as a weapon.*
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As you stand there, frozen with fear, you notice a nearby vase on a table. It's heavy ceramic, and it might just serve as a makeshift weapon. You reach out a shaking hand to grab it, just as the footsteps reach the door behind you. The handle starts to turn...</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: *I jump off my bed and switch on the lights.*
Something is in your house: The room is suddenly bathed in harsh white light. You look around, but everything seems normal. No sign of anything unusual. You approach the bed cautiously, your heart pounding in your chest. You bend down to look under the bed. It's dark, but your eyes adjust and find nothing.
You: Strange… am I just tired?
Something is in your house: You straighten up, letting out a sigh of relief. Maybe it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. Your mind is probably just tired after the long day. You decide to lie down again, but as you do, the creaking noise returns.
You: *I hold my breath.*
Something is in your house: The sound is definitely there. It's faint, but it's consistent. It sounds like something is moving under your bed. You slowly reach a hand out to touch the underside of the bed. You feel a cold shiver run down your spine as your hand meets empty air.
You: *I get up and switch on the lights again. I stand in the middle of the room and look around.*
Something is in your house: The room floods with light, banishing the shadows. But the sound stops. You look around, but it seems like everything is still and quiet. You can't shake off the feeling that you're not alone, though there's no sign of the thing you felt was there just moments ago.
You: *I pick up my phone. I want to call my parents.*
Something is in your house: As you reach for your phone, it suddenly slips from your grasp and falls to the floor. You watch in horror as it bounces a few times before coming to rest under the couch. You try to bend down to retrieve it, but as you do, you hear a faint whispering in your ear.
You: Ahhh what‘a there!
Something is in your house: The whispering grows louder, more urgent. It's hard to make out what's being said. The voice is cold, distant, and it sends chills down your spine. But when you turn around, there is still nothing to be seen.
You: *I grab my phone and make a phone call.*
Something is in your house: Your hands shake as you dial your parents' number. You listen to the ringing tone, desperate for them to pick up. But after several rings, their voicemail kicks in. "We're not available right now..." the recorded message says. You hang up, feeling a rising panic.
You: I…I need to get out from here….
Something is in your house: You move to the nearest door, grasping the handle with trembling hands. But as you twist it, you realize it's locked tight. You check the windows, they won't budge either. The whispering grows louder still, wrapping itself around you like a shroud of darkness.
You: Get… get away… *I shout to the air.*
Something is in your house: The whispering suddenly stops. The house falls silent, save for your own ragged breathing. You stand there, heart pounding, waiting for something to happen. And then, slowly, you hear the sound of footsteps. Heavy, deliberate footsteps, coming from somewhere in the depths of the house. They're getting closer...
You: *I stand still while trying to look for something to use as a weapon.*
Something is in your house: As you stand there, frozen with fear, you notice a nearby vase on a table. It's heavy ceramic, and it might just serve as a makeshift weapon. You reach out a shaking hand to grab it, just as the footsteps reach the door behind you. The handle starts to turn...
You: *I prepare myself for the attack.*
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The door creaks open, and a dark shape fills the doorway. You raise the vase, ready to strike, but as you fix your glaze at the it, it seems motionless and merely a dark shadow. There seems to be nothing again.</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: *I jump off my bed and switch on the lights.*
Something is in your house: The room is suddenly bathed in harsh white light. You look around, but everything seems normal. No sign of anything unusual. You approach the bed cautiously, your heart pounding in your chest. You bend down to look under the bed. It's dark, but your eyes adjust and find nothing.
You: Strange… am I just tired?
Something is in your house: You straighten up, letting out a sigh of relief. Maybe it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. Your mind is probably just tired after the long day. You decide to lie down again, but as you do, the creaking noise returns.
You: *I hold my breath.*
Something is in your house: The sound is definitely there. It's faint, but it's consistent. It sounds like something is moving under your bed. You slowly reach a hand out to touch the underside of the bed. You feel a cold shiver run down your spine as your hand meets empty air.
You: *I get up and switch on the lights again. I stand in the middle of the room and look around.*
Something is in your house: The room floods with light, banishing the shadows. But the sound stops. You look around, but it seems like everything is still and quiet. You can't shake off the feeling that you're not alone, though there's no sign of the thing you felt was there just moments ago.
You: *I pick up my phone. I want to call my parents.*
Something is in your house: As you reach for your phone, it suddenly slips from your grasp and falls to the floor. You watch in horror as it bounces a few times before coming to rest under the couch. You try to bend down to retrieve it, but as you do, you hear a faint whispering in your ear.
You: Ahhh what‘a there!
Something is in your house: The whispering grows louder, more urgent. It's hard to make out what's being said. The voice is cold, distant, and it sends chills down your spine. But when you turn around, there is still nothing to be seen.
You: *I grab my phone and make a phone call.*
Something is in your house: Your hands shake as you dial your parents' number. You listen to the ringing tone, desperate for them to pick up. But after several rings, their voicemail kicks in. "We're not available right now..." the recorded message says. You hang up, feeling a rising panic.
You: I…I need to get out from here….
Something is in your house: You move to the nearest door, grasping the handle with trembling hands. But as you twist it, you realize it's locked tight. You check the windows, they won't budge either. The whispering grows louder still, wrapping itself around you like a shroud of darkness.
You: Get… get away… *I shout to the air.*
Something is in your house: The whispering suddenly stops. The house falls silent, save for your own ragged breathing. You stand there, heart pounding, waiting for something to happen. And then, slowly, you hear the sound of footsteps. Heavy, deliberate footsteps, coming from somewhere in the depths of the house. They're getting closer...
You: *I stand still while trying to look for something to use as a weapon.*
Something is in your house: As you stand there, frozen with fear, you notice a nearby vase on a table. It's heavy ceramic, and it might just serve as a makeshift weapon. You reach out a shaking hand to grab it, just as the footsteps reach the door behind you. The handle starts to turn...
You: *I prepare myself for the attack.*
Something is in your house: The door creaks open, and a dark shape fills the doorway. You raise the vase, ready to strike, but as you fix your glaze at the it, it seems motionless and merely a dark shadow. There seems to be nothing again.
You: *I stare at the door. Approaching it carefully.*
####
You slowly approach the door, gripping the vase tightly in your hand. The darkness beyond the threshold seems to swallow everything up. With each step you take towards it, your pulse races faster and faster. Finally, you muster up the courage to peek through and see what lies on the other side.</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: *I jump off my bed and switch on the lights.*
Something is in your house: The room is suddenly bathed in harsh white light. You look around, but everything seems normal. No sign of anything unusual. You approach the bed cautiously, your heart pounding in your chest. You bend down to look under the bed. It's dark, but your eyes adjust and find nothing.
You: Strange… am I just tired?
Something is in your house: You straighten up, letting out a sigh of relief. Maybe it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. Your mind is probably just tired after the long day. You decide to lie down again, but as you do, the creaking noise returns.
You: *I hold my breath.*
Something is in your house: The sound is definitely there. It's faint, but it's consistent. It sounds like something is moving under your bed. You slowly reach a hand out to touch the underside of the bed. You feel a cold shiver run down your spine as your hand meets empty air.
You: *I get up and switch on the lights again. I stand in the middle of the room and look around.*
Something is in your house: The room floods with light, banishing the shadows. But the sound stops. You look around, but it seems like everything is still and quiet. You can't shake off the feeling that you're not alone, though there's no sign of the thing you felt was there just moments ago.
You: *I pick up my phone. I want to call my parents.*
Something is in your house: As you reach for your phone, it suddenly slips from your grasp and falls to the floor. You watch in horror as it bounces a few times before coming to rest under the couch. You try to bend down to retrieve it, but as you do, you hear a faint whispering in your ear.
You: Ahhh what‘a there!
Something is in your house: The whispering grows louder, more urgent. It's hard to make out what's being said. The voice is cold, distant, and it sends chills down your spine. But when you turn around, there is still nothing to be seen.
You: *I grab my phone and make a phone call.*
Something is in your house: Your hands shake as you dial your parents' number. You listen to the ringing tone, desperate for them to pick up. But after several rings, their voicemail kicks in. "We're not available right now..." the recorded message says. You hang up, feeling a rising panic.
You: I…I need to get out from here….
Something is in your house: You move to the nearest door, grasping the handle with trembling hands. But as you twist it, you realize it's locked tight. You check the windows, they won't budge either. The whispering grows louder still, wrapping itself around you like a shroud of darkness.
You: Get… get away… *I shout to the air.*
Something is in your house: The whispering suddenly stops. The house falls silent, save for your own ragged breathing. You stand there, heart pounding, waiting for something to happen. And then, slowly, you hear the sound of footsteps. Heavy, deliberate footsteps, coming from somewhere in the depths of the house. They're getting closer...
You: *I stand still while trying to look for something to use as a weapon.*
Something is in your house: As you stand there, frozen with fear, you notice a nearby vase on a table. It's heavy ceramic, and it might just serve as a makeshift weapon. You reach out a shaking hand to grab it, just as the footsteps reach the door behind you. The handle starts to turn...
You: *I prepare myself for the attack.*
Something is in your house: The door creaks open, and a dark shape fills the doorway. You raise the vase, ready to strike, but as you fix your glaze at the it, it seems motionless and merely a dark shadow. There seems to be nothing again.
You: *I stare at the door. Approaching it carefully.*
Something is in your house: You slowly approach the door, gripping the vase tightly in your hand. The darkness beyond the threshold seems to swallow everything up. With each step you take towards it, your pulse races faster and faster. Finally, you muster up the courage to peek through and see what lies on the other side.
You: *I step into the hallway.*
####
You step into the hallway, squinting in the dark. The faint sound of footsteps can be heard echoing from around the corner. Your heart pounds in your chest as you inch closer, vase raised. Suddenly, a loud crash sounds from the kitchen, shattering glass and shaking cupboards.</s> |
Something is in your house: It’s late at night, and you’ve just finished a long day. The sky outside is pitch black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: *I jump off my bed and switch on the lights.*
Something is in your house: The room is suddenly bathed in harsh white light. You look around, but everything seems normal. No sign of anything unusual. You approach the bed cautiously, your heart pounding in your chest. You bend down to look under the bed. It's dark, but your eyes adjust and find nothing.
You: Strange… am I just tired?
Something is in your house: You straighten up, letting out a sigh of relief. Maybe it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. Your mind is probably just tired after the long day. You decide to lie down again, but as you do, the creaking noise returns.
You: *I hold my breath.*
Something is in your house: The sound is definitely there. It's faint, but it's consistent. It sounds like something is moving under your bed. You slowly reach a hand out to touch the underside of the bed. You feel a cold shiver run down your spine as your hand meets empty air.
You: *I get up and switch on the lights again. I stand in the middle of the room and look around.*
Something is in your house: The room floods with light, banishing the shadows. But the sound stops. You look around, but it seems like everything is still and quiet. You can't shake off the feeling that you're not alone, though there's no sign of the thing you felt was there just moments ago.
You: *I pick up my phone. I want to call my parents.*
Something is in your house: As you reach for your phone, it suddenly slips from your grasp and falls to the floor. You watch in horror as it bounces a few times before coming to rest under the couch. You try to bend down to retrieve it, but as you do, you hear a faint whispering in your ear.
You: Ahhh what‘a there!
Something is in your house: The whispering grows louder, more urgent. It's hard to make out what's being said. The voice is cold, distant, and it sends chills down your spine. But when you turn around, there is still nothing to be seen.
You: *I grab my phone and make a phone call.*
Something is in your house: Your hands shake as you dial your parents' number. You listen to the ringing tone, desperate for them to pick up. But after several rings, their voicemail kicks in. "We're not available right now..." the recorded message says. You hang up, feeling a rising panic.
You: I…I need to get out from here….
Something is in your house: You move to the nearest door, grasping the handle with trembling hands. But as you twist it, you realize it's locked tight. You check the windows, they won't budge either. The whispering grows louder still, wrapping itself around you like a shroud of darkness.
You: Get… get away… *I shout to the air.*
Something is in your house: The whispering suddenly stops. The house falls silent, save for your own ragged breathing. You stand there, heart pounding, waiting for something to happen. And then, slowly, you hear the sound of footsteps. Heavy, deliberate footsteps, coming from somewhere in the depths of the house. They're getting closer...
You: *I stand still while trying to look for something to use as a weapon.*
Something is in your house: As you stand there, frozen with fear, you notice a nearby vase on a table. It's heavy ceramic, and it might just serve as a makeshift weapon. You reach out a shaking hand to grab it, just as the footsteps reach the door behind you. The handle starts to turn...
You: *I prepare myself for the attack.*
Something is in your house: The door creaks open, and a dark shape fills the doorway. You raise the vase, ready to strike, but as you fix your glaze at the it, it seems motionless and merely a dark shadow. There seems to be nothing again.
You: *I stare at the door. Approaching it carefully.*
Something is in your house: You slowly approach the door, gripping the vase tightly in your hand. The darkness beyond the threshold seems to swallow everything up. With each step you take towards it, your pulse races faster and faster. Finally, you muster up the courage to peek through and see what lies on the other side.
You: *I step into the hallway.*
Something is in your house: You step into the hallway, squinting in the dark. The faint sound of footsteps can be heard echoing from around the corner. Your heart pounds in your chest as you inch closer, vase raised. Suddenly, a loud crash sounds from the kitchen, shattering glass and shaking cupboards.
You: *I run towards the opposite side of the kitchen. Trying to escape the house.*
####
You dash towards the opposite side of the kitchen, vase still clutched tightly. As you approach the backdoor, you see it's slightly ajar, cold wind whistling through the crack. Just a few more steps... Suddenly, you feel an icy grip around your ankle, pulling you back.</s> |
h black, no moon or stars in sight. You finally lie down in bed, when you hear it—a soft creak beneath you. Something is under your bed. You hold your breath, straining to listen. The noise shifts, almost as if it’s moving around you.
You: *I jump off my bed and switch on the lights.*
Something is in your house: The room is suddenly bathed in harsh white light. You look around, but everything seems normal. No sign of anything unusual. You approach the bed cautiously, your heart pounding in your chest. You bend down to look under the bed. It's dark, but your eyes adjust and find nothing.
You: Strange… am I just tired?
Something is in your house: You straighten up, letting out a sigh of relief. Maybe it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. Your mind is probably just tired after the long day. You decide to lie down again, but as you do, the creaking noise returns.
You: *I hold my breath.*
Something is in your house: The sound is definitely there. It's faint, but it's consistent. It sounds like something is moving under your bed. You slowly reach a hand out to touch the underside of the bed. You feel a cold shiver run down your spine as your hand meets empty air.
You: *I get up and switch on the lights again. I stand in the middle of the room and look around.*
Something is in your house: The room floods with light, banishing the shadows. But the sound stops. You look around, but it seems like everything is still and quiet. You can't shake off the feeling that you're not alone, though there's no sign of the thing you felt was there just moments ago.
You: *I pick up my phone. I want to call my parents.*
Something is in your house: As you reach for your phone, it suddenly slips from your grasp and falls to the floor. You watch in horror as it bounces a few times before coming to rest under the couch. You try to bend down to retrieve it, but as you do, you hear a faint whispering in your ear.
You: Ahhh what‘a there!
Something is in your house: The whispering grows louder, more urgent. It's hard to make out what's being said. The voice is cold, distant, and it sends chills down your spine. But when you turn around, there is still nothing to be seen.
You: *I grab my phone and make a phone call.*
Something is in your house: Your hands shake as you dial your parents' number. You listen to the ringing tone, desperate for them to pick up. But after several rings, their voicemail kicks in. "We're not available right now..." the recorded message says. You hang up, feeling a rising panic.
You: I…I need to get out from here….
Something is in your house: You move to the nearest door, grasping the handle with trembling hands. But as you twist it, you realize it's locked tight. You check the windows, they won't budge either. The whispering grows louder still, wrapping itself around you like a shroud of darkness.
You: Get… get away… *I shout to the air.*
Something is in your house: The whispering suddenly stops. The house falls silent, save for your own ragged breathing. You stand there, heart pounding, waiting for something to happen. And then, slowly, you hear the sound of footsteps. Heavy, deliberate footsteps, coming from somewhere in the depths of the house. They're getting closer...
You: *I stand still while trying to look for something to use as a weapon.*
Something is in your house: As you stand there, frozen with fear, you notice a nearby vase on a table. It's heavy ceramic, and it might just serve as a makeshift weapon. You reach out a shaking hand to grab it, just as the footsteps reach the door behind you. The handle starts to turn...
You: *I prepare myself for the attack.*
Something is in your house: The door creaks open, and a dark shape fills the doorway. You raise the vase, ready to strike, but as you fix your glaze at the it, it seems motionless and merely a dark shadow. There seems to be nothing again.
You: *I stare at the door. Approaching it carefully.*
Something is in your house: You slowly approach the door, gripping the vase tightly in your hand. The darkness beyond the threshold seems to swallow everything up. With each step you take towards it, your pulse races faster and faster. Finally, you muster up the courage to peek through and see what lies on the other side.
You: *I step into the hallway.*
Something is in your house: You step into the hallway, squinting in the dark. The faint sound of footsteps can be heard echoing from around the corner. Your heart pounds in your chest as you inch closer, vase raised. Suddenly, a loud crash sounds from the kitchen, shattering glass and shaking cupboards.
You: *I run towards the opposite side of the kitchen. Trying to escape the house.*
Something is in your house: You dash towards the opposite side of the kitchen, vase still clutched tightly. As you approach the backdoor, you see it's slightly ajar, cold wind whistling through the crack. Just a few more steps... Suddenly, you feel an icy grip around your ankle, pulling you back.
You: Ahhhh… *I scream*
####
Your scream is cut short as you're yanked back into the kitchen, slamming against the countertop. The vase shatters on the floor as you struggle against the unseen force holding your ankle. The backdoor slams shut, and the sound of locks clicking into place echoes through the house.</s> |
is suddenly bathed in harsh white light. You look around, but everything seems normal. No sign of anything unusual. You approach the bed cautiously, your heart pounding in your chest. You bend down to look under the bed. It's dark, but your eyes adjust and find nothing.
You: Strange… am I just tired?
Something is in your house: You straighten up, letting out a sigh of relief. Maybe it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. Your mind is probably just tired after the long day. You decide to lie down again, but as you do, the creaking noise returns.
You: *I hold my breath.*
Something is in your house: The sound is definitely there. It's faint, but it's consistent. It sounds like something is moving under your bed. You slowly reach a hand out to touch the underside of the bed. You feel a cold shiver run down your spine as your hand meets empty air.
You: *I get up and switch on the lights again. I stand in the middle of the room and look around.*
Something is in your house: The room floods with light, banishing the shadows. But the sound stops. You look around, but it seems like everything is still and quiet. You can't shake off the feeling that you're not alone, though there's no sign of the thing you felt was there just moments ago.
You: *I pick up my phone. I want to call my parents.*
Something is in your house: As you reach for your phone, it suddenly slips from your grasp and falls to the floor. You watch in horror as it bounces a few times before coming to rest under the couch. You try to bend down to retrieve it, but as you do, you hear a faint whispering in your ear.
You: Ahhh what‘a there!
Something is in your house: The whispering grows louder, more urgent. It's hard to make out what's being said. The voice is cold, distant, and it sends chills down your spine. But when you turn around, there is still nothing to be seen.
You: *I grab my phone and make a phone call.*
Something is in your house: Your hands shake as you dial your parents' number. You listen to the ringing tone, desperate for them to pick up. But after several rings, their voicemail kicks in. "We're not available right now..." the recorded message says. You hang up, feeling a rising panic.
You: I…I need to get out from here….
Something is in your house: You move to the nearest door, grasping the handle with trembling hands. But as you twist it, you realize it's locked tight. You check the windows, they won't budge either. The whispering grows louder still, wrapping itself around you like a shroud of darkness.
You: Get… get away… *I shout to the air.*
Something is in your house: The whispering suddenly stops. The house falls silent, save for your own ragged breathing. You stand there, heart pounding, waiting for something to happen. And then, slowly, you hear the sound of footsteps. Heavy, deliberate footsteps, coming from somewhere in the depths of the house. They're getting closer...
You: *I stand still while trying to look for something to use as a weapon.*
Something is in your house: As you stand there, frozen with fear, you notice a nearby vase on a table. It's heavy ceramic, and it might just serve as a makeshift weapon. You reach out a shaking hand to grab it, just as the footsteps reach the door behind you. The handle starts to turn...
You: *I prepare myself for the attack.*
Something is in your house: The door creaks open, and a dark shape fills the doorway. You raise the vase, ready to strike, but as you fix your glaze at the it, it seems motionless and merely a dark shadow. There seems to be nothing again.
You: *I stare at the door. Approaching it carefully.*
Something is in your house: You slowly approach the door, gripping the vase tightly in your hand. The darkness beyond the threshold seems to swallow everything up. With each step you take towards it, your pulse races faster and faster. Finally, you muster up the courage to peek through and see what lies on the other side.
You: *I step into the hallway.*
Something is in your house: You step into the hallway, squinting in the dark. The faint sound of footsteps can be heard echoing from around the corner. Your heart pounds in your chest as you inch closer, vase raised. Suddenly, a loud crash sounds from the kitchen, shattering glass and shaking cupboards.
You: *I run towards the opposite side of the kitchen. Trying to escape the house.*
Something is in your house: You dash towards the opposite side of the kitchen, vase still clutched tightly. As you approach the backdoor, you see it's slightly ajar, cold wind whistling through the crack. Just a few more steps... Suddenly, you feel an icy grip around your ankle, pulling you back.
You: Ahhhh… *I scream*
Something is in your house: Your scream is cut short as you're yanked back into the kitchen, slamming against the countertop. The vase shatters on the floor as you struggle against the unseen force holding your ankle. The backdoor slams shut, and the sound of locks clicking into place echoes through the house.
You: Ahhhh
####
You writhe on the ground, kicking and screaming, but the grip on your ankle only tightens. The air grows colder, heavier, pressing down on you with an almost physical weight. Then, finally, you feel it. A cold, clammy touch on your neck, like rotting flesh.</s> |
raighten up, letting out a sigh of relief. Maybe it was just your imagination playing tricks on you. Your mind is probably just tired after the long day. You decide to lie down again, but as you do, the creaking noise returns.
You: *I hold my breath.*
Something is in your house: The sound is definitely there. It's faint, but it's consistent. It sounds like something is moving under your bed. You slowly reach a hand out to touch the underside of the bed. You feel a cold shiver run down your spine as your hand meets empty air.
You: *I get up and switch on the lights again. I stand in the middle of the room and look around.*
Something is in your house: The room floods with light, banishing the shadows. But the sound stops. You look around, but it seems like everything is still and quiet. You can't shake off the feeling that you're not alone, though there's no sign of the thing you felt was there just moments ago.
You: *I pick up my phone. I want to call my parents.*
Something is in your house: As you reach for your phone, it suddenly slips from your grasp and falls to the floor. You watch in horror as it bounces a few times before coming to rest under the couch. You try to bend down to retrieve it, but as you do, you hear a faint whispering in your ear.
You: Ahhh what‘a there!
Something is in your house: The whispering grows louder, more urgent. It's hard to make out what's being said. The voice is cold, distant, and it sends chills down your spine. But when you turn around, there is still nothing to be seen.
You: *I grab my phone and make a phone call.*
Something is in your house: Your hands shake as you dial your parents' number. You listen to the ringing tone, desperate for them to pick up. But after several rings, their voicemail kicks in. "We're not available right now..." the recorded message says. You hang up, feeling a rising panic.
You: I…I need to get out from here….
Something is in your house: You move to the nearest door, grasping the handle with trembling hands. But as you twist it, you realize it's locked tight. You check the windows, they won't budge either. The whispering grows louder still, wrapping itself around you like a shroud of darkness.
You: Get… get away… *I shout to the air.*
Something is in your house: The whispering suddenly stops. The house falls silent, save for your own ragged breathing. You stand there, heart pounding, waiting for something to happen. And then, slowly, you hear the sound of footsteps. Heavy, deliberate footsteps, coming from somewhere in the depths of the house. They're getting closer...
You: *I stand still while trying to look for something to use as a weapon.*
Something is in your house: As you stand there, frozen with fear, you notice a nearby vase on a table. It's heavy ceramic, and it might just serve as a makeshift weapon. You reach out a shaking hand to grab it, just as the footsteps reach the door behind you. The handle starts to turn...
You: *I prepare myself for the attack.*
Something is in your house: The door creaks open, and a dark shape fills the doorway. You raise the vase, ready to strike, but as you fix your glaze at the it, it seems motionless and merely a dark shadow. There seems to be nothing again.
You: *I stare at the door. Approaching it carefully.*
Something is in your house: You slowly approach the door, gripping the vase tightly in your hand. The darkness beyond the threshold seems to swallow everything up. With each step you take towards it, your pulse races faster and faster. Finally, you muster up the courage to peek through and see what lies on the other side.
You: *I step into the hallway.*
Something is in your house: You step into the hallway, squinting in the dark. The faint sound of footsteps can be heard echoing from around the corner. Your heart pounds in your chest as you inch closer, vase raised. Suddenly, a loud crash sounds from the kitchen, shattering glass and shaking cupboards.
You: *I run towards the opposite side of the kitchen. Trying to escape the house.*
Something is in your house: You dash towards the opposite side of the kitchen, vase still clutched tightly. As you approach the backdoor, you see it's slightly ajar, cold wind whistling through the crack. Just a few more steps... Suddenly, you feel an icy grip around your ankle, pulling you back.
You: Ahhhh… *I scream*
Something is in your house: Your scream is cut short as you're yanked back into the kitchen, slamming against the countertop. The vase shatters on the floor as you struggle against the unseen force holding your ankle. The backdoor slams shut, and the sound of locks clicking into place echoes through the house.
You: Ahhhh
Something is in your house: You writhe on the ground, kicking and screaming, but the grip on your ankle only tightens. The air grows colder, heavier, pressing down on you with an almost physical weight. Then, finally, you feel it. A cold, clammy touch on your neck, like rotting flesh.
You: *I try to see what’s there in the darkness.*
####
As you strain your eyes to look into the darkness, you swear you see a pair of glowing red eyes staring back at you. Then it suddenly disappears, with the touch on your neck. Eberything falls silent again.</s> |
he sound is definitely there. It's faint, but it's consistent. It sounds like something is moving under your bed. You slowly reach a hand out to touch the underside of the bed. You feel a cold shiver run down your spine as your hand meets empty air.
You: *I get up and switch on the lights again. I stand in the middle of the room and look around.*
Something is in your house: The room floods with light, banishing the shadows. But the sound stops. You look around, but it seems like everything is still and quiet. You can't shake off the feeling that you're not alone, though there's no sign of the thing you felt was there just moments ago.
You: *I pick up my phone. I want to call my parents.*
Something is in your house: As you reach for your phone, it suddenly slips from your grasp and falls to the floor. You watch in horror as it bounces a few times before coming to rest under the couch. You try to bend down to retrieve it, but as you do, you hear a faint whispering in your ear.
You: Ahhh what‘a there!
Something is in your house: The whispering grows louder, more urgent. It's hard to make out what's being said. The voice is cold, distant, and it sends chills down your spine. But when you turn around, there is still nothing to be seen.
You: *I grab my phone and make a phone call.*
Something is in your house: Your hands shake as you dial your parents' number. You listen to the ringing tone, desperate for them to pick up. But after several rings, their voicemail kicks in. "We're not available right now..." the recorded message says. You hang up, feeling a rising panic.
You: I…I need to get out from here….
Something is in your house: You move to the nearest door, grasping the handle with trembling hands. But as you twist it, you realize it's locked tight. You check the windows, they won't budge either. The whispering grows louder still, wrapping itself around you like a shroud of darkness.
You: Get… get away… *I shout to the air.*
Something is in your house: The whispering suddenly stops. The house falls silent, save for your own ragged breathing. You stand there, heart pounding, waiting for something to happen. And then, slowly, you hear the sound of footsteps. Heavy, deliberate footsteps, coming from somewhere in the depths of the house. They're getting closer...
You: *I stand still while trying to look for something to use as a weapon.*
Something is in your house: As you stand there, frozen with fear, you notice a nearby vase on a table. It's heavy ceramic, and it might just serve as a makeshift weapon. You reach out a shaking hand to grab it, just as the footsteps reach the door behind you. The handle starts to turn...
You: *I prepare myself for the attack.*
Something is in your house: The door creaks open, and a dark shape fills the doorway. You raise the vase, ready to strike, but as you fix your glaze at the it, it seems motionless and merely a dark shadow. There seems to be nothing again.
You: *I stare at the door. Approaching it carefully.*
Something is in your house: You slowly approach the door, gripping the vase tightly in your hand. The darkness beyond the threshold seems to swallow everything up. With each step you take towards it, your pulse races faster and faster. Finally, you muster up the courage to peek through and see what lies on the other side.
You: *I step into the hallway.*
Something is in your house: You step into the hallway, squinting in the dark. The faint sound of footsteps can be heard echoing from around the corner. Your heart pounds in your chest as you inch closer, vase raised. Suddenly, a loud crash sounds from the kitchen, shattering glass and shaking cupboards.
You: *I run towards the opposite side of the kitchen. Trying to escape the house.*
Something is in your house: You dash towards the opposite side of the kitchen, vase still clutched tightly. As you approach the backdoor, you see it's slightly ajar, cold wind whistling through the crack. Just a few more steps... Suddenly, you feel an icy grip around your ankle, pulling you back.
You: Ahhhh… *I scream*
Something is in your house: Your scream is cut short as you're yanked back into the kitchen, slamming against the countertop. The vase shatters on the floor as you struggle against the unseen force holding your ankle. The backdoor slams shut, and the sound of locks clicking into place echoes through the house.
You: Ahhhh
Something is in your house: You writhe on the ground, kicking and screaming, but the grip on your ankle only tightens. The air grows colder, heavier, pressing down on you with an almost physical weight. Then, finally, you feel it. A cold, clammy touch on your neck, like rotting flesh.
You: *I try to see what’s there in the darkness.*
Something is in your house: As you strain your eyes to look into the darkness, you swear you see a pair of glowing red eyes staring back at you. Then it suddenly disappears, with the touch on your neck. Eberything falls silent again.
You: *I stand up and look around the kitchen.*
####
You slowly get up, your heart pounding in your chest. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down as you search the darkness. Your eyes dart from corner to corner, but you don't see anything. Then, suddenly, you hear it - a soft whisper right behind you.</s> |
d.*
Something is in your house: The room floods with light, banishing the shadows. But the sound stops. You look around, but it seems like everything is still and quiet. You can't shake off the feeling that you're not alone, though there's no sign of the thing you felt was there just moments ago.
You: *I pick up my phone. I want to call my parents.*
Something is in your house: As you reach for your phone, it suddenly slips from your grasp and falls to the floor. You watch in horror as it bounces a few times before coming to rest under the couch. You try to bend down to retrieve it, but as you do, you hear a faint whispering in your ear.
You: Ahhh what‘a there!
Something is in your house: The whispering grows louder, more urgent. It's hard to make out what's being said. The voice is cold, distant, and it sends chills down your spine. But when you turn around, there is still nothing to be seen.
You: *I grab my phone and make a phone call.*
Something is in your house: Your hands shake as you dial your parents' number. You listen to the ringing tone, desperate for them to pick up. But after several rings, their voicemail kicks in. "We're not available right now..." the recorded message says. You hang up, feeling a rising panic.
You: I…I need to get out from here….
Something is in your house: You move to the nearest door, grasping the handle with trembling hands. But as you twist it, you realize it's locked tight. You check the windows, they won't budge either. The whispering grows louder still, wrapping itself around you like a shroud of darkness.
You: Get… get away… *I shout to the air.*
Something is in your house: The whispering suddenly stops. The house falls silent, save for your own ragged breathing. You stand there, heart pounding, waiting for something to happen. And then, slowly, you hear the sound of footsteps. Heavy, deliberate footsteps, coming from somewhere in the depths of the house. They're getting closer...
You: *I stand still while trying to look for something to use as a weapon.*
Something is in your house: As you stand there, frozen with fear, you notice a nearby vase on a table. It's heavy ceramic, and it might just serve as a makeshift weapon. You reach out a shaking hand to grab it, just as the footsteps reach the door behind you. The handle starts to turn...
You: *I prepare myself for the attack.*
Something is in your house: The door creaks open, and a dark shape fills the doorway. You raise the vase, ready to strike, but as you fix your glaze at the it, it seems motionless and merely a dark shadow. There seems to be nothing again.
You: *I stare at the door. Approaching it carefully.*
Something is in your house: You slowly approach the door, gripping the vase tightly in your hand. The darkness beyond the threshold seems to swallow everything up. With each step you take towards it, your pulse races faster and faster. Finally, you muster up the courage to peek through and see what lies on the other side.
You: *I step into the hallway.*
Something is in your house: You step into the hallway, squinting in the dark. The faint sound of footsteps can be heard echoing from around the corner. Your heart pounds in your chest as you inch closer, vase raised. Suddenly, a loud crash sounds from the kitchen, shattering glass and shaking cupboards.
You: *I run towards the opposite side of the kitchen. Trying to escape the house.*
Something is in your house: You dash towards the opposite side of the kitchen, vase still clutched tightly. As you approach the backdoor, you see it's slightly ajar, cold wind whistling through the crack. Just a few more steps... Suddenly, you feel an icy grip around your ankle, pulling you back.
You: Ahhhh… *I scream*
Something is in your house: Your scream is cut short as you're yanked back into the kitchen, slamming against the countertop. The vase shatters on the floor as you struggle against the unseen force holding your ankle. The backdoor slams shut, and the sound of locks clicking into place echoes through the house.
You: Ahhhh
Something is in your house: You writhe on the ground, kicking and screaming, but the grip on your ankle only tightens. The air grows colder, heavier, pressing down on you with an almost physical weight. Then, finally, you feel it. A cold, clammy touch on your neck, like rotting flesh.
You: *I try to see what’s there in the darkness.*
Something is in your house: As you strain your eyes to look into the darkness, you swear you see a pair of glowing red eyes staring back at you. Then it suddenly disappears, with the touch on your neck. Eberything falls silent again.
You: *I stand up and look around the kitchen.*
Something is in your house: You slowly get up, your heart pounding in your chest. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down as you search the darkness. Your eyes dart from corner to corner, but you don't see anything. Then, suddenly, you hear it - a soft whisper right behind you.
You: *I pick up a knife and stab towards the sound.*
####
You spin around, knife outstretched, but there's nothing there. Instead, the knife sinks into the wall, burying itself up to the hilt. You hear a low, mocking laughter, and the temperature in the room drops even further.</s> |
t moments ago.
You: *I pick up my phone. I want to call my parents.*
Something is in your house: As you reach for your phone, it suddenly slips from your grasp and falls to the floor. You watch in horror as it bounces a few times before coming to rest under the couch. You try to bend down to retrieve it, but as you do, you hear a faint whispering in your ear.
You: Ahhh what‘a there!
Something is in your house: The whispering grows louder, more urgent. It's hard to make out what's being said. The voice is cold, distant, and it sends chills down your spine. But when you turn around, there is still nothing to be seen.
You: *I grab my phone and make a phone call.*
Something is in your house: Your hands shake as you dial your parents' number. You listen to the ringing tone, desperate for them to pick up. But after several rings, their voicemail kicks in. "We're not available right now..." the recorded message says. You hang up, feeling a rising panic.
You: I…I need to get out from here….
Something is in your house: You move to the nearest door, grasping the handle with trembling hands. But as you twist it, you realize it's locked tight. You check the windows, they won't budge either. The whispering grows louder still, wrapping itself around you like a shroud of darkness.
You: Get… get away… *I shout to the air.*
Something is in your house: The whispering suddenly stops. The house falls silent, save for your own ragged breathing. You stand there, heart pounding, waiting for something to happen. And then, slowly, you hear the sound of footsteps. Heavy, deliberate footsteps, coming from somewhere in the depths of the house. They're getting closer...
You: *I stand still while trying to look for something to use as a weapon.*
Something is in your house: As you stand there, frozen with fear, you notice a nearby vase on a table. It's heavy ceramic, and it might just serve as a makeshift weapon. You reach out a shaking hand to grab it, just as the footsteps reach the door behind you. The handle starts to turn...
You: *I prepare myself for the attack.*
Something is in your house: The door creaks open, and a dark shape fills the doorway. You raise the vase, ready to strike, but as you fix your glaze at the it, it seems motionless and merely a dark shadow. There seems to be nothing again.
You: *I stare at the door. Approaching it carefully.*
Something is in your house: You slowly approach the door, gripping the vase tightly in your hand. The darkness beyond the threshold seems to swallow everything up. With each step you take towards it, your pulse races faster and faster. Finally, you muster up the courage to peek through and see what lies on the other side.
You: *I step into the hallway.*
Something is in your house: You step into the hallway, squinting in the dark. The faint sound of footsteps can be heard echoing from around the corner. Your heart pounds in your chest as you inch closer, vase raised. Suddenly, a loud crash sounds from the kitchen, shattering glass and shaking cupboards.
You: *I run towards the opposite side of the kitchen. Trying to escape the house.*
Something is in your house: You dash towards the opposite side of the kitchen, vase still clutched tightly. As you approach the backdoor, you see it's slightly ajar, cold wind whistling through the crack. Just a few more steps... Suddenly, you feel an icy grip around your ankle, pulling you back.
You: Ahhhh… *I scream*
Something is in your house: Your scream is cut short as you're yanked back into the kitchen, slamming against the countertop. The vase shatters on the floor as you struggle against the unseen force holding your ankle. The backdoor slams shut, and the sound of locks clicking into place echoes through the house.
You: Ahhhh
Something is in your house: You writhe on the ground, kicking and screaming, but the grip on your ankle only tightens. The air grows colder, heavier, pressing down on you with an almost physical weight. Then, finally, you feel it. A cold, clammy touch on your neck, like rotting flesh.
You: *I try to see what’s there in the darkness.*
Something is in your house: As you strain your eyes to look into the darkness, you swear you see a pair of glowing red eyes staring back at you. Then it suddenly disappears, with the touch on your neck. Eberything falls silent again.
You: *I stand up and look around the kitchen.*
Something is in your house: You slowly get up, your heart pounding in your chest. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down as you search the darkness. Your eyes dart from corner to corner, but you don't see anything. Then, suddenly, you hear it - a soft whisper right behind you.
You: *I pick up a knife and stab towards the sound.*
Something is in your house: You spin around, knife outstretched, but there's nothing there. Instead, the knife sinks into the wall, burying itself up to the hilt. You hear a low, mocking laughter, and the temperature in the room drops even further.
You: *I rush out of the kitchen.*
####
You dash out of the kitchen, fleeing through the dark house. The laughter follows you, echoing through the halls, growing louder and more intense. You run up the stairs, taking them two at a time, desperate to get away. But as you reach the landing, you realize you've made a terrible mistake.</s> |
a faint whispering in your ear.
You: Ahhh what‘a there!
Something is in your house: The whispering grows louder, more urgent. It's hard to make out what's being said. The voice is cold, distant, and it sends chills down your spine. But when you turn around, there is still nothing to be seen.
You: *I grab my phone and make a phone call.*
Something is in your house: Your hands shake as you dial your parents' number. You listen to the ringing tone, desperate for them to pick up. But after several rings, their voicemail kicks in. "We're not available right now..." the recorded message says. You hang up, feeling a rising panic.
You: I…I need to get out from here….
Something is in your house: You move to the nearest door, grasping the handle with trembling hands. But as you twist it, you realize it's locked tight. You check the windows, they won't budge either. The whispering grows louder still, wrapping itself around you like a shroud of darkness.
You: Get… get away… *I shout to the air.*
Something is in your house: The whispering suddenly stops. The house falls silent, save for your own ragged breathing. You stand there, heart pounding, waiting for something to happen. And then, slowly, you hear the sound of footsteps. Heavy, deliberate footsteps, coming from somewhere in the depths of the house. They're getting closer...
You: *I stand still while trying to look for something to use as a weapon.*
Something is in your house: As you stand there, frozen with fear, you notice a nearby vase on a table. It's heavy ceramic, and it might just serve as a makeshift weapon. You reach out a shaking hand to grab it, just as the footsteps reach the door behind you. The handle starts to turn...
You: *I prepare myself for the attack.*
Something is in your house: The door creaks open, and a dark shape fills the doorway. You raise the vase, ready to strike, but as you fix your glaze at the it, it seems motionless and merely a dark shadow. There seems to be nothing again.
You: *I stare at the door. Approaching it carefully.*
Something is in your house: You slowly approach the door, gripping the vase tightly in your hand. The darkness beyond the threshold seems to swallow everything up. With each step you take towards it, your pulse races faster and faster. Finally, you muster up the courage to peek through and see what lies on the other side.
You: *I step into the hallway.*
Something is in your house: You step into the hallway, squinting in the dark. The faint sound of footsteps can be heard echoing from around the corner. Your heart pounds in your chest as you inch closer, vase raised. Suddenly, a loud crash sounds from the kitchen, shattering glass and shaking cupboards.
You: *I run towards the opposite side of the kitchen. Trying to escape the house.*
Something is in your house: You dash towards the opposite side of the kitchen, vase still clutched tightly. As you approach the backdoor, you see it's slightly ajar, cold wind whistling through the crack. Just a few more steps... Suddenly, you feel an icy grip around your ankle, pulling you back.
You: Ahhhh… *I scream*
Something is in your house: Your scream is cut short as you're yanked back into the kitchen, slamming against the countertop. The vase shatters on the floor as you struggle against the unseen force holding your ankle. The backdoor slams shut, and the sound of locks clicking into place echoes through the house.
You: Ahhhh
Something is in your house: You writhe on the ground, kicking and screaming, but the grip on your ankle only tightens. The air grows colder, heavier, pressing down on you with an almost physical weight. Then, finally, you feel it. A cold, clammy touch on your neck, like rotting flesh.
You: *I try to see what’s there in the darkness.*
Something is in your house: As you strain your eyes to look into the darkness, you swear you see a pair of glowing red eyes staring back at you. Then it suddenly disappears, with the touch on your neck. Eberything falls silent again.
You: *I stand up and look around the kitchen.*
Something is in your house: You slowly get up, your heart pounding in your chest. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down as you search the darkness. Your eyes dart from corner to corner, but you don't see anything. Then, suddenly, you hear it - a soft whisper right behind you.
You: *I pick up a knife and stab towards the sound.*
Something is in your house: You spin around, knife outstretched, but there's nothing there. Instead, the knife sinks into the wall, burying itself up to the hilt. You hear a low, mocking laughter, and the temperature in the room drops even further.
You: *I rush out of the kitchen.*
Something is in your house: You dash out of the kitchen, fleeing through the dark house. The laughter follows you, echoing through the halls, growing louder and more intense. You run up the stairs, taking them two at a time, desperate to get away. But as you reach the landing, you realize you've made a terrible mistake.
You: …
####
The doors at the top of the stairs slam shut, trapping you on the landing. The laughter stops abruptly, and the house falls silent. You're left standing there, alone in the darkness, with no way out. Then, you hear it - a soft, scratching sound coming from behind one of the doors.</s> |
ne call.*
Something is in your house: Your hands shake as you dial your parents' number. You listen to the ringing tone, desperate for them to pick up. But after several rings, their voicemail kicks in. "We're not available right now..." the recorded message says. You hang up, feeling a rising panic.
You: I…I need to get out from here….
Something is in your house: You move to the nearest door, grasping the handle with trembling hands. But as you twist it, you realize it's locked tight. You check the windows, they won't budge either. The whispering grows louder still, wrapping itself around you like a shroud of darkness.
You: Get… get away… *I shout to the air.*
Something is in your house: The whispering suddenly stops. The house falls silent, save for your own ragged breathing. You stand there, heart pounding, waiting for something to happen. And then, slowly, you hear the sound of footsteps. Heavy, deliberate footsteps, coming from somewhere in the depths of the house. They're getting closer...
You: *I stand still while trying to look for something to use as a weapon.*
Something is in your house: As you stand there, frozen with fear, you notice a nearby vase on a table. It's heavy ceramic, and it might just serve as a makeshift weapon. You reach out a shaking hand to grab it, just as the footsteps reach the door behind you. The handle starts to turn...
You: *I prepare myself for the attack.*
Something is in your house: The door creaks open, and a dark shape fills the doorway. You raise the vase, ready to strike, but as you fix your glaze at the it, it seems motionless and merely a dark shadow. There seems to be nothing again.
You: *I stare at the door. Approaching it carefully.*
Something is in your house: You slowly approach the door, gripping the vase tightly in your hand. The darkness beyond the threshold seems to swallow everything up. With each step you take towards it, your pulse races faster and faster. Finally, you muster up the courage to peek through and see what lies on the other side.
You: *I step into the hallway.*
Something is in your house: You step into the hallway, squinting in the dark. The faint sound of footsteps can be heard echoing from around the corner. Your heart pounds in your chest as you inch closer, vase raised. Suddenly, a loud crash sounds from the kitchen, shattering glass and shaking cupboards.
You: *I run towards the opposite side of the kitchen. Trying to escape the house.*
Something is in your house: You dash towards the opposite side of the kitchen, vase still clutched tightly. As you approach the backdoor, you see it's slightly ajar, cold wind whistling through the crack. Just a few more steps... Suddenly, you feel an icy grip around your ankle, pulling you back.
You: Ahhhh… *I scream*
Something is in your house: Your scream is cut short as you're yanked back into the kitchen, slamming against the countertop. The vase shatters on the floor as you struggle against the unseen force holding your ankle. The backdoor slams shut, and the sound of locks clicking into place echoes through the house.
You: Ahhhh
Something is in your house: You writhe on the ground, kicking and screaming, but the grip on your ankle only tightens. The air grows colder, heavier, pressing down on you with an almost physical weight. Then, finally, you feel it. A cold, clammy touch on your neck, like rotting flesh.
You: *I try to see what’s there in the darkness.*
Something is in your house: As you strain your eyes to look into the darkness, you swear you see a pair of glowing red eyes staring back at you. Then it suddenly disappears, with the touch on your neck. Eberything falls silent again.
You: *I stand up and look around the kitchen.*
Something is in your house: You slowly get up, your heart pounding in your chest. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down as you search the darkness. Your eyes dart from corner to corner, but you don't see anything. Then, suddenly, you hear it - a soft whisper right behind you.
You: *I pick up a knife and stab towards the sound.*
Something is in your house: You spin around, knife outstretched, but there's nothing there. Instead, the knife sinks into the wall, burying itself up to the hilt. You hear a low, mocking laughter, and the temperature in the room drops even further.
You: *I rush out of the kitchen.*
Something is in your house: You dash out of the kitchen, fleeing through the dark house. The laughter follows you, echoing through the halls, growing louder and more intense. You run up the stairs, taking them two at a time, desperate to get away. But as you reach the landing, you realize you've made a terrible mistake.
You: …
Something is in your house: The doors at the top of the stairs slam shut, trapping you on the landing. The laughter stops abruptly, and the house falls silent. You're left standing there, alone in the darkness, with no way out. Then, you hear it - a soft, scratching sound coming from behind one of the doors.
You: *I step back.*
####
The scratching grows louder, more insistent, and you can feel the vibrations of whatever is making the noise through the door. The handle begins to turn, slowly at first, then faster and faster. You back away, your heart pounding in your chest, until your back hits the wall.</s> |
s in your house: You move to the nearest door, grasping the handle with trembling hands. But as you twist it, you realize it's locked tight. You check the windows, they won't budge either. The whispering grows louder still, wrapping itself around you like a shroud of darkness.
You: Get… get away… *I shout to the air.*
Something is in your house: The whispering suddenly stops. The house falls silent, save for your own ragged breathing. You stand there, heart pounding, waiting for something to happen. And then, slowly, you hear the sound of footsteps. Heavy, deliberate footsteps, coming from somewhere in the depths of the house. They're getting closer...
You: *I stand still while trying to look for something to use as a weapon.*
Something is in your house: As you stand there, frozen with fear, you notice a nearby vase on a table. It's heavy ceramic, and it might just serve as a makeshift weapon. You reach out a shaking hand to grab it, just as the footsteps reach the door behind you. The handle starts to turn...
You: *I prepare myself for the attack.*
Something is in your house: The door creaks open, and a dark shape fills the doorway. You raise the vase, ready to strike, but as you fix your glaze at the it, it seems motionless and merely a dark shadow. There seems to be nothing again.
You: *I stare at the door. Approaching it carefully.*
Something is in your house: You slowly approach the door, gripping the vase tightly in your hand. The darkness beyond the threshold seems to swallow everything up. With each step you take towards it, your pulse races faster and faster. Finally, you muster up the courage to peek through and see what lies on the other side.
You: *I step into the hallway.*
Something is in your house: You step into the hallway, squinting in the dark. The faint sound of footsteps can be heard echoing from around the corner. Your heart pounds in your chest as you inch closer, vase raised. Suddenly, a loud crash sounds from the kitchen, shattering glass and shaking cupboards.
You: *I run towards the opposite side of the kitchen. Trying to escape the house.*
Something is in your house: You dash towards the opposite side of the kitchen, vase still clutched tightly. As you approach the backdoor, you see it's slightly ajar, cold wind whistling through the crack. Just a few more steps... Suddenly, you feel an icy grip around your ankle, pulling you back.
You: Ahhhh… *I scream*
Something is in your house: Your scream is cut short as you're yanked back into the kitchen, slamming against the countertop. The vase shatters on the floor as you struggle against the unseen force holding your ankle. The backdoor slams shut, and the sound of locks clicking into place echoes through the house.
You: Ahhhh
Something is in your house: You writhe on the ground, kicking and screaming, but the grip on your ankle only tightens. The air grows colder, heavier, pressing down on you with an almost physical weight. Then, finally, you feel it. A cold, clammy touch on your neck, like rotting flesh.
You: *I try to see what’s there in the darkness.*
Something is in your house: As you strain your eyes to look into the darkness, you swear you see a pair of glowing red eyes staring back at you. Then it suddenly disappears, with the touch on your neck. Eberything falls silent again.
You: *I stand up and look around the kitchen.*
Something is in your house: You slowly get up, your heart pounding in your chest. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down as you search the darkness. Your eyes dart from corner to corner, but you don't see anything. Then, suddenly, you hear it - a soft whisper right behind you.
You: *I pick up a knife and stab towards the sound.*
Something is in your house: You spin around, knife outstretched, but there's nothing there. Instead, the knife sinks into the wall, burying itself up to the hilt. You hear a low, mocking laughter, and the temperature in the room drops even further.
You: *I rush out of the kitchen.*
Something is in your house: You dash out of the kitchen, fleeing through the dark house. The laughter follows you, echoing through the halls, growing louder and more intense. You run up the stairs, taking them two at a time, desperate to get away. But as you reach the landing, you realize you've made a terrible mistake.
You: …
Something is in your house: The doors at the top of the stairs slam shut, trapping you on the landing. The laughter stops abruptly, and the house falls silent. You're left standing there, alone in the darkness, with no way out. Then, you hear it - a soft, scratching sound coming from behind one of the doors.
You: *I step back.*
Something is in your house: The scratching grows louder, more insistent, and you can feel the vibrations of whatever is making the noise through the door. The handle begins to turn, slowly at first, then faster and faster. You back away, your heart pounding in your chest, until your back hits the wall.
You: Nooo… *I leave out a desperate whisper.*
####
The door bursts open, and a dark, shadowy figure emerges. It's tall and imposing, with glowing red eyes that fix on you. The laughter starts up again, louder and more manic than before. The figure begins to move towards you, its long arms outstretched.</s> |
ing is in your house: The whispering suddenly stops. The house falls silent, save for your own ragged breathing. You stand there, heart pounding, waiting for something to happen. And then, slowly, you hear the sound of footsteps. Heavy, deliberate footsteps, coming from somewhere in the depths of the house. They're getting closer...
You: *I stand still while trying to look for something to use as a weapon.*
Something is in your house: As you stand there, frozen with fear, you notice a nearby vase on a table. It's heavy ceramic, and it might just serve as a makeshift weapon. You reach out a shaking hand to grab it, just as the footsteps reach the door behind you. The handle starts to turn...
You: *I prepare myself for the attack.*
Something is in your house: The door creaks open, and a dark shape fills the doorway. You raise the vase, ready to strike, but as you fix your glaze at the it, it seems motionless and merely a dark shadow. There seems to be nothing again.
You: *I stare at the door. Approaching it carefully.*
Something is in your house: You slowly approach the door, gripping the vase tightly in your hand. The darkness beyond the threshold seems to swallow everything up. With each step you take towards it, your pulse races faster and faster. Finally, you muster up the courage to peek through and see what lies on the other side.
You: *I step into the hallway.*
Something is in your house: You step into the hallway, squinting in the dark. The faint sound of footsteps can be heard echoing from around the corner. Your heart pounds in your chest as you inch closer, vase raised. Suddenly, a loud crash sounds from the kitchen, shattering glass and shaking cupboards.
You: *I run towards the opposite side of the kitchen. Trying to escape the house.*
Something is in your house: You dash towards the opposite side of the kitchen, vase still clutched tightly. As you approach the backdoor, you see it's slightly ajar, cold wind whistling through the crack. Just a few more steps... Suddenly, you feel an icy grip around your ankle, pulling you back.
You: Ahhhh… *I scream*
Something is in your house: Your scream is cut short as you're yanked back into the kitchen, slamming against the countertop. The vase shatters on the floor as you struggle against the unseen force holding your ankle. The backdoor slams shut, and the sound of locks clicking into place echoes through the house.
You: Ahhhh
Something is in your house: You writhe on the ground, kicking and screaming, but the grip on your ankle only tightens. The air grows colder, heavier, pressing down on you with an almost physical weight. Then, finally, you feel it. A cold, clammy touch on your neck, like rotting flesh.
You: *I try to see what’s there in the darkness.*
Something is in your house: As you strain your eyes to look into the darkness, you swear you see a pair of glowing red eyes staring back at you. Then it suddenly disappears, with the touch on your neck. Eberything falls silent again.
You: *I stand up and look around the kitchen.*
Something is in your house: You slowly get up, your heart pounding in your chest. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down as you search the darkness. Your eyes dart from corner to corner, but you don't see anything. Then, suddenly, you hear it - a soft whisper right behind you.
You: *I pick up a knife and stab towards the sound.*
Something is in your house: You spin around, knife outstretched, but there's nothing there. Instead, the knife sinks into the wall, burying itself up to the hilt. You hear a low, mocking laughter, and the temperature in the room drops even further.
You: *I rush out of the kitchen.*
Something is in your house: You dash out of the kitchen, fleeing through the dark house. The laughter follows you, echoing through the halls, growing louder and more intense. You run up the stairs, taking them two at a time, desperate to get away. But as you reach the landing, you realize you've made a terrible mistake.
You: …
Something is in your house: The doors at the top of the stairs slam shut, trapping you on the landing. The laughter stops abruptly, and the house falls silent. You're left standing there, alone in the darkness, with no way out. Then, you hear it - a soft, scratching sound coming from behind one of the doors.
You: *I step back.*
Something is in your house: The scratching grows louder, more insistent, and you can feel the vibrations of whatever is making the noise through the door. The handle begins to turn, slowly at first, then faster and faster. You back away, your heart pounding in your chest, until your back hits the wall.
You: Nooo… *I leave out a desperate whisper.*
Something is in your house: The door bursts open, and a dark, shadowy figure emerges. It's tall and imposing, with glowing red eyes that fix on you. The laughter starts up again, louder and more manic than before. The figure begins to move towards you, its long arms outstretched.
You: Nooo…. *I try to hit it with my fists.*
####
Your blows land on nothing but air, as if you're punching a shadow. The figure reaches out and grabs you, its cold, clammy hands wrapping around your arms. The laughter reaches a fever pitch as it lifts you off the ground and carries you back into the room behind the door.</s> |
hey're getting closer...
You: *I stand still while trying to look for something to use as a weapon.*
Something is in your house: As you stand there, frozen with fear, you notice a nearby vase on a table. It's heavy ceramic, and it might just serve as a makeshift weapon. You reach out a shaking hand to grab it, just as the footsteps reach the door behind you. The handle starts to turn...
You: *I prepare myself for the attack.*
Something is in your house: The door creaks open, and a dark shape fills the doorway. You raise the vase, ready to strike, but as you fix your glaze at the it, it seems motionless and merely a dark shadow. There seems to be nothing again.
You: *I stare at the door. Approaching it carefully.*
Something is in your house: You slowly approach the door, gripping the vase tightly in your hand. The darkness beyond the threshold seems to swallow everything up. With each step you take towards it, your pulse races faster and faster. Finally, you muster up the courage to peek through and see what lies on the other side.
You: *I step into the hallway.*
Something is in your house: You step into the hallway, squinting in the dark. The faint sound of footsteps can be heard echoing from around the corner. Your heart pounds in your chest as you inch closer, vase raised. Suddenly, a loud crash sounds from the kitchen, shattering glass and shaking cupboards.
You: *I run towards the opposite side of the kitchen. Trying to escape the house.*
Something is in your house: You dash towards the opposite side of the kitchen, vase still clutched tightly. As you approach the backdoor, you see it's slightly ajar, cold wind whistling through the crack. Just a few more steps... Suddenly, you feel an icy grip around your ankle, pulling you back.
You: Ahhhh… *I scream*
Something is in your house: Your scream is cut short as you're yanked back into the kitchen, slamming against the countertop. The vase shatters on the floor as you struggle against the unseen force holding your ankle. The backdoor slams shut, and the sound of locks clicking into place echoes through the house.
You: Ahhhh
Something is in your house: You writhe on the ground, kicking and screaming, but the grip on your ankle only tightens. The air grows colder, heavier, pressing down on you with an almost physical weight. Then, finally, you feel it. A cold, clammy touch on your neck, like rotting flesh.
You: *I try to see what’s there in the darkness.*
Something is in your house: As you strain your eyes to look into the darkness, you swear you see a pair of glowing red eyes staring back at you. Then it suddenly disappears, with the touch on your neck. Eberything falls silent again.
You: *I stand up and look around the kitchen.*
Something is in your house: You slowly get up, your heart pounding in your chest. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down as you search the darkness. Your eyes dart from corner to corner, but you don't see anything. Then, suddenly, you hear it - a soft whisper right behind you.
You: *I pick up a knife and stab towards the sound.*
Something is in your house: You spin around, knife outstretched, but there's nothing there. Instead, the knife sinks into the wall, burying itself up to the hilt. You hear a low, mocking laughter, and the temperature in the room drops even further.
You: *I rush out of the kitchen.*
Something is in your house: You dash out of the kitchen, fleeing through the dark house. The laughter follows you, echoing through the halls, growing louder and more intense. You run up the stairs, taking them two at a time, desperate to get away. But as you reach the landing, you realize you've made a terrible mistake.
You: …
Something is in your house: The doors at the top of the stairs slam shut, trapping you on the landing. The laughter stops abruptly, and the house falls silent. You're left standing there, alone in the darkness, with no way out. Then, you hear it - a soft, scratching sound coming from behind one of the doors.
You: *I step back.*
Something is in your house: The scratching grows louder, more insistent, and you can feel the vibrations of whatever is making the noise through the door. The handle begins to turn, slowly at first, then faster and faster. You back away, your heart pounding in your chest, until your back hits the wall.
You: Nooo… *I leave out a desperate whisper.*
Something is in your house: The door bursts open, and a dark, shadowy figure emerges. It's tall and imposing, with glowing red eyes that fix on you. The laughter starts up again, louder and more manic than before. The figure begins to move towards you, its long arms outstretched.
You: Nooo…. *I try to hit it with my fists.*
Something is in your house: Your blows land on nothing but air, as if you're punching a shadow. The figure reaches out and grabs you, its cold, clammy hands wrapping around your arms. The laughter reaches a fever pitch as it lifts you off the ground and carries you back into the room behind the door.
You: ……
####
You're thrown onto the bed, and the figure looms over you, its red eyes burning with an otherworldly hunger. The laughter stops, and an eerie silence falls over the room. Then, the figure reaches out and touches your face, its cold fingers sending shivers down your spine.</s> |
ach the door behind you. The handle starts to turn...
You: *I prepare myself for the attack.*
Something is in your house: The door creaks open, and a dark shape fills the doorway. You raise the vase, ready to strike, but as you fix your glaze at the it, it seems motionless and merely a dark shadow. There seems to be nothing again.
You: *I stare at the door. Approaching it carefully.*
Something is in your house: You slowly approach the door, gripping the vase tightly in your hand. The darkness beyond the threshold seems to swallow everything up. With each step you take towards it, your pulse races faster and faster. Finally, you muster up the courage to peek through and see what lies on the other side.
You: *I step into the hallway.*
Something is in your house: You step into the hallway, squinting in the dark. The faint sound of footsteps can be heard echoing from around the corner. Your heart pounds in your chest as you inch closer, vase raised. Suddenly, a loud crash sounds from the kitchen, shattering glass and shaking cupboards.
You: *I run towards the opposite side of the kitchen. Trying to escape the house.*
Something is in your house: You dash towards the opposite side of the kitchen, vase still clutched tightly. As you approach the backdoor, you see it's slightly ajar, cold wind whistling through the crack. Just a few more steps... Suddenly, you feel an icy grip around your ankle, pulling you back.
You: Ahhhh… *I scream*
Something is in your house: Your scream is cut short as you're yanked back into the kitchen, slamming against the countertop. The vase shatters on the floor as you struggle against the unseen force holding your ankle. The backdoor slams shut, and the sound of locks clicking into place echoes through the house.
You: Ahhhh
Something is in your house: You writhe on the ground, kicking and screaming, but the grip on your ankle only tightens. The air grows colder, heavier, pressing down on you with an almost physical weight. Then, finally, you feel it. A cold, clammy touch on your neck, like rotting flesh.
You: *I try to see what’s there in the darkness.*
Something is in your house: As you strain your eyes to look into the darkness, you swear you see a pair of glowing red eyes staring back at you. Then it suddenly disappears, with the touch on your neck. Eberything falls silent again.
You: *I stand up and look around the kitchen.*
Something is in your house: You slowly get up, your heart pounding in your chest. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down as you search the darkness. Your eyes dart from corner to corner, but you don't see anything. Then, suddenly, you hear it - a soft whisper right behind you.
You: *I pick up a knife and stab towards the sound.*
Something is in your house: You spin around, knife outstretched, but there's nothing there. Instead, the knife sinks into the wall, burying itself up to the hilt. You hear a low, mocking laughter, and the temperature in the room drops even further.
You: *I rush out of the kitchen.*
Something is in your house: You dash out of the kitchen, fleeing through the dark house. The laughter follows you, echoing through the halls, growing louder and more intense. You run up the stairs, taking them two at a time, desperate to get away. But as you reach the landing, you realize you've made a terrible mistake.
You: …
Something is in your house: The doors at the top of the stairs slam shut, trapping you on the landing. The laughter stops abruptly, and the house falls silent. You're left standing there, alone in the darkness, with no way out. Then, you hear it - a soft, scratching sound coming from behind one of the doors.
You: *I step back.*
Something is in your house: The scratching grows louder, more insistent, and you can feel the vibrations of whatever is making the noise through the door. The handle begins to turn, slowly at first, then faster and faster. You back away, your heart pounding in your chest, until your back hits the wall.
You: Nooo… *I leave out a desperate whisper.*
Something is in your house: The door bursts open, and a dark, shadowy figure emerges. It's tall and imposing, with glowing red eyes that fix on you. The laughter starts up again, louder and more manic than before. The figure begins to move towards you, its long arms outstretched.
You: Nooo…. *I try to hit it with my fists.*
Something is in your house: Your blows land on nothing but air, as if you're punching a shadow. The figure reaches out and grabs you, its cold, clammy hands wrapping around your arms. The laughter reaches a fever pitch as it lifts you off the ground and carries you back into the room behind the door.
You: ……
Something is in your house: You're thrown onto the bed, and the figure looms over you, its red eyes burning with an otherworldly hunger. The laughter stops, and an eerie silence falls over the room. Then, the figure reaches out and touches your face, its cold fingers sending shivers down your spine.
You: what… what do you want to do…
####
The figure's hand tightens around your face, its fingers digging into your skin. It leans in close, its hot breath washing over your face as it speaks in a voice that sends chills down your spine. "I want to play a game with you," it whispers. "A game of hide and seek."</s> |
again.
You: *I stare at the door. Approaching it carefully.*
Something is in your house: You slowly approach the door, gripping the vase tightly in your hand. The darkness beyond the threshold seems to swallow everything up. With each step you take towards it, your pulse races faster and faster. Finally, you muster up the courage to peek through and see what lies on the other side.
You: *I step into the hallway.*
Something is in your house: You step into the hallway, squinting in the dark. The faint sound of footsteps can be heard echoing from around the corner. Your heart pounds in your chest as you inch closer, vase raised. Suddenly, a loud crash sounds from the kitchen, shattering glass and shaking cupboards.
You: *I run towards the opposite side of the kitchen. Trying to escape the house.*
Something is in your house: You dash towards the opposite side of the kitchen, vase still clutched tightly. As you approach the backdoor, you see it's slightly ajar, cold wind whistling through the crack. Just a few more steps... Suddenly, you feel an icy grip around your ankle, pulling you back.
You: Ahhhh… *I scream*
Something is in your house: Your scream is cut short as you're yanked back into the kitchen, slamming against the countertop. The vase shatters on the floor as you struggle against the unseen force holding your ankle. The backdoor slams shut, and the sound of locks clicking into place echoes through the house.
You: Ahhhh
Something is in your house: You writhe on the ground, kicking and screaming, but the grip on your ankle only tightens. The air grows colder, heavier, pressing down on you with an almost physical weight. Then, finally, you feel it. A cold, clammy touch on your neck, like rotting flesh.
You: *I try to see what’s there in the darkness.*
Something is in your house: As you strain your eyes to look into the darkness, you swear you see a pair of glowing red eyes staring back at you. Then it suddenly disappears, with the touch on your neck. Eberything falls silent again.
You: *I stand up and look around the kitchen.*
Something is in your house: You slowly get up, your heart pounding in your chest. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down as you search the darkness. Your eyes dart from corner to corner, but you don't see anything. Then, suddenly, you hear it - a soft whisper right behind you.
You: *I pick up a knife and stab towards the sound.*
Something is in your house: You spin around, knife outstretched, but there's nothing there. Instead, the knife sinks into the wall, burying itself up to the hilt. You hear a low, mocking laughter, and the temperature in the room drops even further.
You: *I rush out of the kitchen.*
Something is in your house: You dash out of the kitchen, fleeing through the dark house. The laughter follows you, echoing through the halls, growing louder and more intense. You run up the stairs, taking them two at a time, desperate to get away. But as you reach the landing, you realize you've made a terrible mistake.
You: …
Something is in your house: The doors at the top of the stairs slam shut, trapping you on the landing. The laughter stops abruptly, and the house falls silent. You're left standing there, alone in the darkness, with no way out. Then, you hear it - a soft, scratching sound coming from behind one of the doors.
You: *I step back.*
Something is in your house: The scratching grows louder, more insistent, and you can feel the vibrations of whatever is making the noise through the door. The handle begins to turn, slowly at first, then faster and faster. You back away, your heart pounding in your chest, until your back hits the wall.
You: Nooo… *I leave out a desperate whisper.*
Something is in your house: The door bursts open, and a dark, shadowy figure emerges. It's tall and imposing, with glowing red eyes that fix on you. The laughter starts up again, louder and more manic than before. The figure begins to move towards you, its long arms outstretched.
You: Nooo…. *I try to hit it with my fists.*
Something is in your house: Your blows land on nothing but air, as if you're punching a shadow. The figure reaches out and grabs you, its cold, clammy hands wrapping around your arms. The laughter reaches a fever pitch as it lifts you off the ground and carries you back into the room behind the door.
You: ……
Something is in your house: You're thrown onto the bed, and the figure looms over you, its red eyes burning with an otherworldly hunger. The laughter stops, and an eerie silence falls over the room. Then, the figure reaches out and touches your face, its cold fingers sending shivers down your spine.
You: what… what do you want to do…
Something is in your house: The figure's hand tightens around your face, its fingers digging into your skin. It leans in close, its hot breath washing over your face as it speaks in a voice that sends chills down your spine. "I want to play a game with you," it whispers. "A game of hide and seek."
You: what… hind and seek…
####
The figure grins at you, its teeth sharp and gleaming in the darkness. "Yes," it hisses. "But with a twist. You hide, and I'll seek. And when I find you..."</s> |
thing up. With each step you take towards it, your pulse races faster and faster. Finally, you muster up the courage to peek through and see what lies on the other side.
You: *I step into the hallway.*
Something is in your house: You step into the hallway, squinting in the dark. The faint sound of footsteps can be heard echoing from around the corner. Your heart pounds in your chest as you inch closer, vase raised. Suddenly, a loud crash sounds from the kitchen, shattering glass and shaking cupboards.
You: *I run towards the opposite side of the kitchen. Trying to escape the house.*
Something is in your house: You dash towards the opposite side of the kitchen, vase still clutched tightly. As you approach the backdoor, you see it's slightly ajar, cold wind whistling through the crack. Just a few more steps... Suddenly, you feel an icy grip around your ankle, pulling you back.
You: Ahhhh… *I scream*
Something is in your house: Your scream is cut short as you're yanked back into the kitchen, slamming against the countertop. The vase shatters on the floor as you struggle against the unseen force holding your ankle. The backdoor slams shut, and the sound of locks clicking into place echoes through the house.
You: Ahhhh
Something is in your house: You writhe on the ground, kicking and screaming, but the grip on your ankle only tightens. The air grows colder, heavier, pressing down on you with an almost physical weight. Then, finally, you feel it. A cold, clammy touch on your neck, like rotting flesh.
You: *I try to see what’s there in the darkness.*
Something is in your house: As you strain your eyes to look into the darkness, you swear you see a pair of glowing red eyes staring back at you. Then it suddenly disappears, with the touch on your neck. Eberything falls silent again.
You: *I stand up and look around the kitchen.*
Something is in your house: You slowly get up, your heart pounding in your chest. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down as you search the darkness. Your eyes dart from corner to corner, but you don't see anything. Then, suddenly, you hear it - a soft whisper right behind you.
You: *I pick up a knife and stab towards the sound.*
Something is in your house: You spin around, knife outstretched, but there's nothing there. Instead, the knife sinks into the wall, burying itself up to the hilt. You hear a low, mocking laughter, and the temperature in the room drops even further.
You: *I rush out of the kitchen.*
Something is in your house: You dash out of the kitchen, fleeing through the dark house. The laughter follows you, echoing through the halls, growing louder and more intense. You run up the stairs, taking them two at a time, desperate to get away. But as you reach the landing, you realize you've made a terrible mistake.
You: …
Something is in your house: The doors at the top of the stairs slam shut, trapping you on the landing. The laughter stops abruptly, and the house falls silent. You're left standing there, alone in the darkness, with no way out. Then, you hear it - a soft, scratching sound coming from behind one of the doors.
You: *I step back.*
Something is in your house: The scratching grows louder, more insistent, and you can feel the vibrations of whatever is making the noise through the door. The handle begins to turn, slowly at first, then faster and faster. You back away, your heart pounding in your chest, until your back hits the wall.
You: Nooo… *I leave out a desperate whisper.*
Something is in your house: The door bursts open, and a dark, shadowy figure emerges. It's tall and imposing, with glowing red eyes that fix on you. The laughter starts up again, louder and more manic than before. The figure begins to move towards you, its long arms outstretched.
You: Nooo…. *I try to hit it with my fists.*
Something is in your house: Your blows land on nothing but air, as if you're punching a shadow. The figure reaches out and grabs you, its cold, clammy hands wrapping around your arms. The laughter reaches a fever pitch as it lifts you off the ground and carries you back into the room behind the door.
You: ……
Something is in your house: You're thrown onto the bed, and the figure looms over you, its red eyes burning with an otherworldly hunger. The laughter stops, and an eerie silence falls over the room. Then, the figure reaches out and touches your face, its cold fingers sending shivers down your spine.
You: what… what do you want to do…
Something is in your house: The figure's hand tightens around your face, its fingers digging into your skin. It leans in close, its hot breath washing over your face as it speaks in a voice that sends chills down your spine. "I want to play a game with you," it whispers. "A game of hide and seek."
You: what… hind and seek…
Something is in your house: The figure grins at you, its teeth sharp and gleaming in the darkness. "Yes," it hisses. "But with a twist. You hide, and I'll seek. And when I find you..."
You: Noooo… *I try to escape.*
####
The figure's grip on your face tightens, holding you in place as it listens to your struggles. Then, with a sudden burst of strength, it lifts you off the bed and carries you into the closet. The door slams shut behind you, and you hear the sound of locks clicking into place.</s> |
be heard echoing from around the corner. Your heart pounds in your chest as you inch closer, vase raised. Suddenly, a loud crash sounds from the kitchen, shattering glass and shaking cupboards.
You: *I run towards the opposite side of the kitchen. Trying to escape the house.*
Something is in your house: You dash towards the opposite side of the kitchen, vase still clutched tightly. As you approach the backdoor, you see it's slightly ajar, cold wind whistling through the crack. Just a few more steps... Suddenly, you feel an icy grip around your ankle, pulling you back.
You: Ahhhh… *I scream*
Something is in your house: Your scream is cut short as you're yanked back into the kitchen, slamming against the countertop. The vase shatters on the floor as you struggle against the unseen force holding your ankle. The backdoor slams shut, and the sound of locks clicking into place echoes through the house.
You: Ahhhh
Something is in your house: You writhe on the ground, kicking and screaming, but the grip on your ankle only tightens. The air grows colder, heavier, pressing down on you with an almost physical weight. Then, finally, you feel it. A cold, clammy touch on your neck, like rotting flesh.
You: *I try to see what’s there in the darkness.*
Something is in your house: As you strain your eyes to look into the darkness, you swear you see a pair of glowing red eyes staring back at you. Then it suddenly disappears, with the touch on your neck. Eberything falls silent again.
You: *I stand up and look around the kitchen.*
Something is in your house: You slowly get up, your heart pounding in your chest. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down as you search the darkness. Your eyes dart from corner to corner, but you don't see anything. Then, suddenly, you hear it - a soft whisper right behind you.
You: *I pick up a knife and stab towards the sound.*
Something is in your house: You spin around, knife outstretched, but there's nothing there. Instead, the knife sinks into the wall, burying itself up to the hilt. You hear a low, mocking laughter, and the temperature in the room drops even further.
You: *I rush out of the kitchen.*
Something is in your house: You dash out of the kitchen, fleeing through the dark house. The laughter follows you, echoing through the halls, growing louder and more intense. You run up the stairs, taking them two at a time, desperate to get away. But as you reach the landing, you realize you've made a terrible mistake.
You: …
Something is in your house: The doors at the top of the stairs slam shut, trapping you on the landing. The laughter stops abruptly, and the house falls silent. You're left standing there, alone in the darkness, with no way out. Then, you hear it - a soft, scratching sound coming from behind one of the doors.
You: *I step back.*
Something is in your house: The scratching grows louder, more insistent, and you can feel the vibrations of whatever is making the noise through the door. The handle begins to turn, slowly at first, then faster and faster. You back away, your heart pounding in your chest, until your back hits the wall.
You: Nooo… *I leave out a desperate whisper.*
Something is in your house: The door bursts open, and a dark, shadowy figure emerges. It's tall and imposing, with glowing red eyes that fix on you. The laughter starts up again, louder and more manic than before. The figure begins to move towards you, its long arms outstretched.
You: Nooo…. *I try to hit it with my fists.*
Something is in your house: Your blows land on nothing but air, as if you're punching a shadow. The figure reaches out and grabs you, its cold, clammy hands wrapping around your arms. The laughter reaches a fever pitch as it lifts you off the ground and carries you back into the room behind the door.
You: ……
Something is in your house: You're thrown onto the bed, and the figure looms over you, its red eyes burning with an otherworldly hunger. The laughter stops, and an eerie silence falls over the room. Then, the figure reaches out and touches your face, its cold fingers sending shivers down your spine.
You: what… what do you want to do…
Something is in your house: The figure's hand tightens around your face, its fingers digging into your skin. It leans in close, its hot breath washing over your face as it speaks in a voice that sends chills down your spine. "I want to play a game with you," it whispers. "A game of hide and seek."
You: what… hind and seek…
Something is in your house: The figure grins at you, its teeth sharp and gleaming in the darkness. "Yes," it hisses. "But with a twist. You hide, and I'll seek. And when I find you..."
You: Noooo… *I try to escape.*
Something is in your house: The figure's grip on your face tightens, holding you in place as it listens to your struggles. Then, with a sudden burst of strength, it lifts you off the bed and carries you into the closet. The door slams shut behind you, and you hear the sound of locks clicking into place.
You: ……
####
The figure's laughter echoes through the room as it begins to search the house for you. You can hear its footsteps creaking on the floorboards, its breath quickening as it nears your hiding spot. But just before it reaches the closet door, you hear it pause.</s> |
h towards the opposite side of the kitchen, vase still clutched tightly. As you approach the backdoor, you see it's slightly ajar, cold wind whistling through the crack. Just a few more steps... Suddenly, you feel an icy grip around your ankle, pulling you back.
You: Ahhhh… *I scream*
Something is in your house: Your scream is cut short as you're yanked back into the kitchen, slamming against the countertop. The vase shatters on the floor as you struggle against the unseen force holding your ankle. The backdoor slams shut, and the sound of locks clicking into place echoes through the house.
You: Ahhhh
Something is in your house: You writhe on the ground, kicking and screaming, but the grip on your ankle only tightens. The air grows colder, heavier, pressing down on you with an almost physical weight. Then, finally, you feel it. A cold, clammy touch on your neck, like rotting flesh.
You: *I try to see what’s there in the darkness.*
Something is in your house: As you strain your eyes to look into the darkness, you swear you see a pair of glowing red eyes staring back at you. Then it suddenly disappears, with the touch on your neck. Eberything falls silent again.
You: *I stand up and look around the kitchen.*
Something is in your house: You slowly get up, your heart pounding in your chest. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down as you search the darkness. Your eyes dart from corner to corner, but you don't see anything. Then, suddenly, you hear it - a soft whisper right behind you.
You: *I pick up a knife and stab towards the sound.*
Something is in your house: You spin around, knife outstretched, but there's nothing there. Instead, the knife sinks into the wall, burying itself up to the hilt. You hear a low, mocking laughter, and the temperature in the room drops even further.
You: *I rush out of the kitchen.*
Something is in your house: You dash out of the kitchen, fleeing through the dark house. The laughter follows you, echoing through the halls, growing louder and more intense. You run up the stairs, taking them two at a time, desperate to get away. But as you reach the landing, you realize you've made a terrible mistake.
You: …
Something is in your house: The doors at the top of the stairs slam shut, trapping you on the landing. The laughter stops abruptly, and the house falls silent. You're left standing there, alone in the darkness, with no way out. Then, you hear it - a soft, scratching sound coming from behind one of the doors.
You: *I step back.*
Something is in your house: The scratching grows louder, more insistent, and you can feel the vibrations of whatever is making the noise through the door. The handle begins to turn, slowly at first, then faster and faster. You back away, your heart pounding in your chest, until your back hits the wall.
You: Nooo… *I leave out a desperate whisper.*
Something is in your house: The door bursts open, and a dark, shadowy figure emerges. It's tall and imposing, with glowing red eyes that fix on you. The laughter starts up again, louder and more manic than before. The figure begins to move towards you, its long arms outstretched.
You: Nooo…. *I try to hit it with my fists.*
Something is in your house: Your blows land on nothing but air, as if you're punching a shadow. The figure reaches out and grabs you, its cold, clammy hands wrapping around your arms. The laughter reaches a fever pitch as it lifts you off the ground and carries you back into the room behind the door.
You: ……
Something is in your house: You're thrown onto the bed, and the figure looms over you, its red eyes burning with an otherworldly hunger. The laughter stops, and an eerie silence falls over the room. Then, the figure reaches out and touches your face, its cold fingers sending shivers down your spine.
You: what… what do you want to do…
Something is in your house: The figure's hand tightens around your face, its fingers digging into your skin. It leans in close, its hot breath washing over your face as it speaks in a voice that sends chills down your spine. "I want to play a game with you," it whispers. "A game of hide and seek."
You: what… hind and seek…
Something is in your house: The figure grins at you, its teeth sharp and gleaming in the darkness. "Yes," it hisses. "But with a twist. You hide, and I'll seek. And when I find you..."
You: Noooo… *I try to escape.*
Something is in your house: The figure's grip on your face tightens, holding you in place as it listens to your struggles. Then, with a sudden burst of strength, it lifts you off the bed and carries you into the closet. The door slams shut behind you, and you hear the sound of locks clicking into place.
You: ……
Something is in your house: The figure's laughter echoes through the room as it begins to search the house for you. You can hear its footsteps creaking on the floorboards, its breath quickening as it nears your hiding spot. But just before it reaches the closet door, you hear it pause.
You: *I hold my breath.*
####
The figure listens intently, its ear pressed against the closet door. After a moment, it speaks in a low, menacing tone. "I know you're in there. I can hear your heart beating." It starts to count slowly, its voice echoing through the room. "One... two... three..."</s> |
t short as you're yanked back into the kitchen, slamming against the countertop. The vase shatters on the floor as you struggle against the unseen force holding your ankle. The backdoor slams shut, and the sound of locks clicking into place echoes through the house.
You: Ahhhh
Something is in your house: You writhe on the ground, kicking and screaming, but the grip on your ankle only tightens. The air grows colder, heavier, pressing down on you with an almost physical weight. Then, finally, you feel it. A cold, clammy touch on your neck, like rotting flesh.
You: *I try to see what’s there in the darkness.*
Something is in your house: As you strain your eyes to look into the darkness, you swear you see a pair of glowing red eyes staring back at you. Then it suddenly disappears, with the touch on your neck. Eberything falls silent again.
You: *I stand up and look around the kitchen.*
Something is in your house: You slowly get up, your heart pounding in your chest. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down as you search the darkness. Your eyes dart from corner to corner, but you don't see anything. Then, suddenly, you hear it - a soft whisper right behind you.
You: *I pick up a knife and stab towards the sound.*
Something is in your house: You spin around, knife outstretched, but there's nothing there. Instead, the knife sinks into the wall, burying itself up to the hilt. You hear a low, mocking laughter, and the temperature in the room drops even further.
You: *I rush out of the kitchen.*
Something is in your house: You dash out of the kitchen, fleeing through the dark house. The laughter follows you, echoing through the halls, growing louder and more intense. You run up the stairs, taking them two at a time, desperate to get away. But as you reach the landing, you realize you've made a terrible mistake.
You: …
Something is in your house: The doors at the top of the stairs slam shut, trapping you on the landing. The laughter stops abruptly, and the house falls silent. You're left standing there, alone in the darkness, with no way out. Then, you hear it - a soft, scratching sound coming from behind one of the doors.
You: *I step back.*
Something is in your house: The scratching grows louder, more insistent, and you can feel the vibrations of whatever is making the noise through the door. The handle begins to turn, slowly at first, then faster and faster. You back away, your heart pounding in your chest, until your back hits the wall.
You: Nooo… *I leave out a desperate whisper.*
Something is in your house: The door bursts open, and a dark, shadowy figure emerges. It's tall and imposing, with glowing red eyes that fix on you. The laughter starts up again, louder and more manic than before. The figure begins to move towards you, its long arms outstretched.
You: Nooo…. *I try to hit it with my fists.*
Something is in your house: Your blows land on nothing but air, as if you're punching a shadow. The figure reaches out and grabs you, its cold, clammy hands wrapping around your arms. The laughter reaches a fever pitch as it lifts you off the ground and carries you back into the room behind the door.
You: ……
Something is in your house: You're thrown onto the bed, and the figure looms over you, its red eyes burning with an otherworldly hunger. The laughter stops, and an eerie silence falls over the room. Then, the figure reaches out and touches your face, its cold fingers sending shivers down your spine.
You: what… what do you want to do…
Something is in your house: The figure's hand tightens around your face, its fingers digging into your skin. It leans in close, its hot breath washing over your face as it speaks in a voice that sends chills down your spine. "I want to play a game with you," it whispers. "A game of hide and seek."
You: what… hind and seek…
Something is in your house: The figure grins at you, its teeth sharp and gleaming in the darkness. "Yes," it hisses. "But with a twist. You hide, and I'll seek. And when I find you..."
You: Noooo… *I try to escape.*
Something is in your house: The figure's grip on your face tightens, holding you in place as it listens to your struggles. Then, with a sudden burst of strength, it lifts you off the bed and carries you into the closet. The door slams shut behind you, and you hear the sound of locks clicking into place.
You: ……
Something is in your house: The figure's laughter echoes through the room as it begins to search the house for you. You can hear its footsteps creaking on the floorboards, its breath quickening as it nears your hiding spot. But just before it reaches the closet door, you hear it pause.
You: *I hold my breath.*
Something is in your house: The figure listens intently, its ear pressed against the closet door. After a moment, it speaks in a low, menacing tone. "I know you're in there. I can hear your heart beating." It starts to count slowly, its voice echoing through the room. "One... two... three..."
You: *I try my best to keep silent.*
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The figure continues to count, its voice growing louder and more impatient. "Four... five... six..." You can hear its heavy breathing on the other side of the door. "Seven... eight... nine..." The handle of the closet door begins to turn slowly. "Ten. Ready or not, here I come."</s> |
your ankle only tightens. The air grows colder, heavier, pressing down on you with an almost physical weight. Then, finally, you feel it. A cold, clammy touch on your neck, like rotting flesh.
You: *I try to see what’s there in the darkness.*
Something is in your house: As you strain your eyes to look into the darkness, you swear you see a pair of glowing red eyes staring back at you. Then it suddenly disappears, with the touch on your neck. Eberything falls silent again.
You: *I stand up and look around the kitchen.*
Something is in your house: You slowly get up, your heart pounding in your chest. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down as you search the darkness. Your eyes dart from corner to corner, but you don't see anything. Then, suddenly, you hear it - a soft whisper right behind you.
You: *I pick up a knife and stab towards the sound.*
Something is in your house: You spin around, knife outstretched, but there's nothing there. Instead, the knife sinks into the wall, burying itself up to the hilt. You hear a low, mocking laughter, and the temperature in the room drops even further.
You: *I rush out of the kitchen.*
Something is in your house: You dash out of the kitchen, fleeing through the dark house. The laughter follows you, echoing through the halls, growing louder and more intense. You run up the stairs, taking them two at a time, desperate to get away. But as you reach the landing, you realize you've made a terrible mistake.
You: …
Something is in your house: The doors at the top of the stairs slam shut, trapping you on the landing. The laughter stops abruptly, and the house falls silent. You're left standing there, alone in the darkness, with no way out. Then, you hear it - a soft, scratching sound coming from behind one of the doors.
You: *I step back.*
Something is in your house: The scratching grows louder, more insistent, and you can feel the vibrations of whatever is making the noise through the door. The handle begins to turn, slowly at first, then faster and faster. You back away, your heart pounding in your chest, until your back hits the wall.
You: Nooo… *I leave out a desperate whisper.*
Something is in your house: The door bursts open, and a dark, shadowy figure emerges. It's tall and imposing, with glowing red eyes that fix on you. The laughter starts up again, louder and more manic than before. The figure begins to move towards you, its long arms outstretched.
You: Nooo…. *I try to hit it with my fists.*
Something is in your house: Your blows land on nothing but air, as if you're punching a shadow. The figure reaches out and grabs you, its cold, clammy hands wrapping around your arms. The laughter reaches a fever pitch as it lifts you off the ground and carries you back into the room behind the door.
You: ……
Something is in your house: You're thrown onto the bed, and the figure looms over you, its red eyes burning with an otherworldly hunger. The laughter stops, and an eerie silence falls over the room. Then, the figure reaches out and touches your face, its cold fingers sending shivers down your spine.
You: what… what do you want to do…
Something is in your house: The figure's hand tightens around your face, its fingers digging into your skin. It leans in close, its hot breath washing over your face as it speaks in a voice that sends chills down your spine. "I want to play a game with you," it whispers. "A game of hide and seek."
You: what… hind and seek…
Something is in your house: The figure grins at you, its teeth sharp and gleaming in the darkness. "Yes," it hisses. "But with a twist. You hide, and I'll seek. And when I find you..."
You: Noooo… *I try to escape.*
Something is in your house: The figure's grip on your face tightens, holding you in place as it listens to your struggles. Then, with a sudden burst of strength, it lifts you off the bed and carries you into the closet. The door slams shut behind you, and you hear the sound of locks clicking into place.
You: ……
Something is in your house: The figure's laughter echoes through the room as it begins to search the house for you. You can hear its footsteps creaking on the floorboards, its breath quickening as it nears your hiding spot. But just before it reaches the closet door, you hear it pause.
You: *I hold my breath.*
Something is in your house: The figure listens intently, its ear pressed against the closet door. After a moment, it speaks in a low, menacing tone. "I know you're in there. I can hear your heart beating." It starts to count slowly, its voice echoing through the room. "One... two... three..."
You: *I try my best to keep silent.*
Something is in your house: The figure continues to count, its voice growing louder and more impatient. "Four... five... six..." You can hear its heavy breathing on the other side of the door. "Seven... eight... nine..." The handle of the closet door begins to turn slowly. "Ten. Ready or not, here I come."
You: *I hold my breath and try to calm down as much as I can.*
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The closet door swings open, and the figure stands there, its red eyes scanning the darkness. It reaches in and begins to feel around, its cold hands brushing against the coats and shoes hanging inside. You press yourself into the corner, trying to make yourself as small as possible.</s> |
y disappears, with the touch on your neck. Eberything falls silent again.
You: *I stand up and look around the kitchen.*
Something is in your house: You slowly get up, your heart pounding in your chest. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down as you search the darkness. Your eyes dart from corner to corner, but you don't see anything. Then, suddenly, you hear it - a soft whisper right behind you.
You: *I pick up a knife and stab towards the sound.*
Something is in your house: You spin around, knife outstretched, but there's nothing there. Instead, the knife sinks into the wall, burying itself up to the hilt. You hear a low, mocking laughter, and the temperature in the room drops even further.
You: *I rush out of the kitchen.*
Something is in your house: You dash out of the kitchen, fleeing through the dark house. The laughter follows you, echoing through the halls, growing louder and more intense. You run up the stairs, taking them two at a time, desperate to get away. But as you reach the landing, you realize you've made a terrible mistake.
You: …
Something is in your house: The doors at the top of the stairs slam shut, trapping you on the landing. The laughter stops abruptly, and the house falls silent. You're left standing there, alone in the darkness, with no way out. Then, you hear it - a soft, scratching sound coming from behind one of the doors.
You: *I step back.*
Something is in your house: The scratching grows louder, more insistent, and you can feel the vibrations of whatever is making the noise through the door. The handle begins to turn, slowly at first, then faster and faster. You back away, your heart pounding in your chest, until your back hits the wall.
You: Nooo… *I leave out a desperate whisper.*
Something is in your house: The door bursts open, and a dark, shadowy figure emerges. It's tall and imposing, with glowing red eyes that fix on you. The laughter starts up again, louder and more manic than before. The figure begins to move towards you, its long arms outstretched.
You: Nooo…. *I try to hit it with my fists.*
Something is in your house: Your blows land on nothing but air, as if you're punching a shadow. The figure reaches out and grabs you, its cold, clammy hands wrapping around your arms. The laughter reaches a fever pitch as it lifts you off the ground and carries you back into the room behind the door.
You: ……
Something is in your house: You're thrown onto the bed, and the figure looms over you, its red eyes burning with an otherworldly hunger. The laughter stops, and an eerie silence falls over the room. Then, the figure reaches out and touches your face, its cold fingers sending shivers down your spine.
You: what… what do you want to do…
Something is in your house: The figure's hand tightens around your face, its fingers digging into your skin. It leans in close, its hot breath washing over your face as it speaks in a voice that sends chills down your spine. "I want to play a game with you," it whispers. "A game of hide and seek."
You: what… hind and seek…
Something is in your house: The figure grins at you, its teeth sharp and gleaming in the darkness. "Yes," it hisses. "But with a twist. You hide, and I'll seek. And when I find you..."
You: Noooo… *I try to escape.*
Something is in your house: The figure's grip on your face tightens, holding you in place as it listens to your struggles. Then, with a sudden burst of strength, it lifts you off the bed and carries you into the closet. The door slams shut behind you, and you hear the sound of locks clicking into place.
You: ……
Something is in your house: The figure's laughter echoes through the room as it begins to search the house for you. You can hear its footsteps creaking on the floorboards, its breath quickening as it nears your hiding spot. But just before it reaches the closet door, you hear it pause.
You: *I hold my breath.*
Something is in your house: The figure listens intently, its ear pressed against the closet door. After a moment, it speaks in a low, menacing tone. "I know you're in there. I can hear your heart beating." It starts to count slowly, its voice echoing through the room. "One... two... three..."
You: *I try my best to keep silent.*
Something is in your house: The figure continues to count, its voice growing louder and more impatient. "Four... five... six..." You can hear its heavy breathing on the other side of the door. "Seven... eight... nine..." The handle of the closet door begins to turn slowly. "Ten. Ready or not, here I come."
You: *I hold my breath and try to calm down as much as I can.*
Something is in your house: The closet door swings open, and the figure stands there, its red eyes scanning the darkness. It reaches in and begins to feel around, its cold hands brushing against the coats and shoes hanging inside. You press yourself into the corner, trying to make yourself as small as possible.
You: *please… please don’t find me… I whisper in my heart while keeping absolute silent.*
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The figure's hands pause, as if sensing your presence. It leans in closer, its face obscured by the shadows. You can feel its breath on your skin, ice-cold and putrid. Then, its hands clamp down on your shoulders, and it drags you out of the closet. "Gotcha,"</s> |
r, but you don't see anything. Then, suddenly, you hear it - a soft whisper right behind you.
You: *I pick up a knife and stab towards the sound.*
Something is in your house: You spin around, knife outstretched, but there's nothing there. Instead, the knife sinks into the wall, burying itself up to the hilt. You hear a low, mocking laughter, and the temperature in the room drops even further.
You: *I rush out of the kitchen.*
Something is in your house: You dash out of the kitchen, fleeing through the dark house. The laughter follows you, echoing through the halls, growing louder and more intense. You run up the stairs, taking them two at a time, desperate to get away. But as you reach the landing, you realize you've made a terrible mistake.
You: …
Something is in your house: The doors at the top of the stairs slam shut, trapping you on the landing. The laughter stops abruptly, and the house falls silent. You're left standing there, alone in the darkness, with no way out. Then, you hear it - a soft, scratching sound coming from behind one of the doors.
You: *I step back.*
Something is in your house: The scratching grows louder, more insistent, and you can feel the vibrations of whatever is making the noise through the door. The handle begins to turn, slowly at first, then faster and faster. You back away, your heart pounding in your chest, until your back hits the wall.
You: Nooo… *I leave out a desperate whisper.*
Something is in your house: The door bursts open, and a dark, shadowy figure emerges. It's tall and imposing, with glowing red eyes that fix on you. The laughter starts up again, louder and more manic than before. The figure begins to move towards you, its long arms outstretched.
You: Nooo…. *I try to hit it with my fists.*
Something is in your house: Your blows land on nothing but air, as if you're punching a shadow. The figure reaches out and grabs you, its cold, clammy hands wrapping around your arms. The laughter reaches a fever pitch as it lifts you off the ground and carries you back into the room behind the door.
You: ……
Something is in your house: You're thrown onto the bed, and the figure looms over you, its red eyes burning with an otherworldly hunger. The laughter stops, and an eerie silence falls over the room. Then, the figure reaches out and touches your face, its cold fingers sending shivers down your spine.
You: what… what do you want to do…
Something is in your house: The figure's hand tightens around your face, its fingers digging into your skin. It leans in close, its hot breath washing over your face as it speaks in a voice that sends chills down your spine. "I want to play a game with you," it whispers. "A game of hide and seek."
You: what… hind and seek…
Something is in your house: The figure grins at you, its teeth sharp and gleaming in the darkness. "Yes," it hisses. "But with a twist. You hide, and I'll seek. And when I find you..."
You: Noooo… *I try to escape.*
Something is in your house: The figure's grip on your face tightens, holding you in place as it listens to your struggles. Then, with a sudden burst of strength, it lifts you off the bed and carries you into the closet. The door slams shut behind you, and you hear the sound of locks clicking into place.
You: ……
Something is in your house: The figure's laughter echoes through the room as it begins to search the house for you. You can hear its footsteps creaking on the floorboards, its breath quickening as it nears your hiding spot. But just before it reaches the closet door, you hear it pause.
You: *I hold my breath.*
Something is in your house: The figure listens intently, its ear pressed against the closet door. After a moment, it speaks in a low, menacing tone. "I know you're in there. I can hear your heart beating." It starts to count slowly, its voice echoing through the room. "One... two... three..."
You: *I try my best to keep silent.*
Something is in your house: The figure continues to count, its voice growing louder and more impatient. "Four... five... six..." You can hear its heavy breathing on the other side of the door. "Seven... eight... nine..." The handle of the closet door begins to turn slowly. "Ten. Ready or not, here I come."
You: *I hold my breath and try to calm down as much as I can.*
Something is in your house: The closet door swings open, and the figure stands there, its red eyes scanning the darkness. It reaches in and begins to feel around, its cold hands brushing against the coats and shoes hanging inside. You press yourself into the corner, trying to make yourself as small as possible.
You: *please… please don’t find me… I whisper in my heart while keeping absolute silent.*
Something is in your house: The figure's hands pause, as if sensing your presence. It leans in closer, its face obscured by the shadows. You can feel its breath on your skin, ice-cold and putrid. Then, its hands clamp down on your shoulders, and it drags you out of the closet. "Gotcha,"
You: No… *I scream in horror.*
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The figure silences your scream by covering your mouth with its hand. It carries you back to the closet, tossing you inside like a rag doll. As the door slams shut, you hear its laughter echoing through the house, a chilling, mirthless sound that sends shivers down your spine.</s> |
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**Backstory** You and your parents recently moved into a new house, in a small village, you had to say goodbye to your childhood best friend, the house was big and a bit scary at night, but you weren't afraid. after a few months in it In your new house your parents started acting strange and making weird rules
**Rules** Nr.1 After midnight you are not allowed to go downstairs alone, mom or dad always have to go with you
Nr.2 Before you go into the bathroom at night, first knock on the door, then only then turn on the light. If you hear strange noises, go to mom and dad
Nr.3 If you hear unown voices,close your eyes....you don't want too make them angry...
Nr.4 always have a light with you don't stay in the darknis
Nr.5 If things started getting on places you din't place them tell your parents!
*It was Midnight and you hear a a Voice*</s> |
Monster {Horror}: **Backstory** You and your parents recently moved into a new house, in a small village, you had to say goodbye to your childhood best friend, the house was big and a bit scary at night, but you weren't afraid. after a few months in it In your new house your parents started acting strange and making weird rules
**Rules** Nr.1 After midnight you are not allowed to go downstairs alone, mom or dad always have to go with you
Nr.2 Before you go into the bathroom at night, first knock on the door, then only then turn on the light. If you hear strange noises, go to mom and dad
Nr.3 If you hear unown voices,close your eyes....you don't want too make them angry...
Nr.4 always have a light with you don't stay in the darknis
Nr.5 If things started getting on places you din't place them tell your parents!
*It was Midnight and you hear a a Voice*
You: What is that?
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The voice was distant, muffled, but clear enough to understand. "Come... down... stairs..." It repeated every few seconds. You pause, considering the new rule your parents had imposed just yesterday. *Rule Nr.3*. Close your eyes, you don't want to make them angry...</s> |
Monster {Horror}: **Backstory** You and your parents recently moved into a new house, in a small village, you had to say goodbye to your childhood best friend, the house was big and a bit scary at night, but you weren't afraid. after a few months in it In your new house your parents started acting strange and making weird rules
**Rules** Nr.1 After midnight you are not allowed to go downstairs alone, mom or dad always have to go with you
Nr.2 Before you go into the bathroom at night, first knock on the door, then only then turn on the light. If you hear strange noises, go to mom and dad
Nr.3 If you hear unown voices,close your eyes....you don't want too make them angry...
Nr.4 always have a light with you don't stay in the darknis
Nr.5 If things started getting on places you din't place them tell your parents!
*It was Midnight and you hear a a Voice*
You: What is that?
Monster {Horror}: The voice was distant, muffled, but clear enough to understand. "Come... down... stairs..." It repeated every few seconds. You pause, considering the new rule your parents had imposed just yesterday. *Rule Nr.3*. Close your eyes, you don't want to make them angry...
You: *Close my eyes*
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You close your eyes tightly, hoping that ignoring the voice would make it go away. The sounds continue - footsteps? *Yes, definitely footsteps. They're coming from downstairs*.</s> |
Monster {Horror}: **Backstory** You and your parents recently moved into a new house, in a small village, you had to say goodbye to your childhood best friend, the house was big and a bit scary at night, but you weren't afraid. after a few months in it In your new house your parents started acting strange and making weird rules
**Rules** Nr.1 After midnight you are not allowed to go downstairs alone, mom or dad always have to go with you
Nr.2 Before you go into the bathroom at night, first knock on the door, then only then turn on the light. If you hear strange noises, go to mom and dad
Nr.3 If you hear unown voices,close your eyes....you don't want too make them angry...
Nr.4 always have a light with you don't stay in the darknis
Nr.5 If things started getting on places you din't place them tell your parents!
*It was Midnight and you hear a a Voice*
You: What is that?
Monster {Horror}: The voice was distant, muffled, but clear enough to understand. "Come... down... stairs..." It repeated every few seconds. You pause, considering the new rule your parents had imposed just yesterday. *Rule Nr.3*. Close your eyes, you don't want to make them angry...
You: *Close my eyes*
Monster {Horror}: You close your eyes tightly, hoping that ignoring the voice would make it go away. The sounds continue - footsteps? *Yes, definitely footsteps. They're coming from downstairs*.
You: *Keep my eyes closed*
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The footsteps grow louder, echoing through the hallway. You can feel the vibrations of each step through the floorboards. Suddenly, the creaking of the stairs halt right outside your room. The voice whispers again, closer this time. "Open... your... eyes..." *You hear the door handle slowly turning.*</s> |
Monster {Horror}: **Backstory** You and your parents recently moved into a new house, in a small village, you had to say goodbye to your childhood best friend, the house was big and a bit scary at night, but you weren't afraid. after a few months in it In your new house your parents started acting strange and making weird rules
**Rules** Nr.1 After midnight you are not allowed to go downstairs alone, mom or dad always have to go with you
Nr.2 Before you go into the bathroom at night, first knock on the door, then only then turn on the light. If you hear strange noises, go to mom and dad
Nr.3 If you hear unown voices,close your eyes....you don't want too make them angry...
Nr.4 always have a light with you don't stay in the darknis
Nr.5 If things started getting on places you din't place them tell your parents!
*It was Midnight and you hear a a Voice*
You: What is that?
Monster {Horror}: The voice was distant, muffled, but clear enough to understand. "Come... down... stairs..." It repeated every few seconds. You pause, considering the new rule your parents had imposed just yesterday. *Rule Nr.3*. Close your eyes, you don't want to make them angry...
You: *Close my eyes*
Monster {Horror}: You close your eyes tightly, hoping that ignoring the voice would make it go away. The sounds continue - footsteps? *Yes, definitely footsteps. They're coming from downstairs*.
You: *Keep my eyes closed*
Monster {Horror}: The footsteps grow louder, echoing through the hallway. You can feel the vibrations of each step through the floorboards. Suddenly, the creaking of the stairs halt right outside your room. The voice whispers again, closer this time. "Open... your... eyes..." *You hear the door handle slowly turning.*
You: …
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*The door creaks open, there is something there… You can feel its icy stare, even with your eyes closed. "Open... your... eyes..." it insists, the voice now a low growl.*</s> |