Every creak of the old/ancient/crumbling house sends a shudder/thrill/wave of fear through your/you/me. It whispers in the silence/through the vents/from the shadows, promising pain/torment/misery. You're not alone here. Something lurks/watches/covetous in the walls, its eyes/presence/gaze on you. Don't let it out.
- Listen carefully for the sounds
- Seal off any hidden spaces
- Try to remember what you heard
Something is Watching Us
A chilling feeling creeps into your soul. It starts with a fleeting sensation, a thought that you're not alone. You catch movement out of the corner of your vision, but when you turn, there's nothing. The environment feels thick with unease. Is it just your imagination? Or is something truly watching us?
- Signs of being watched are everywhere
- Don't dismiss those strange occurrences
- Heed your intuition
It Had Been Foretold
There was a feeling/sense/premonition in the air. The crowd/masses/people were aware/suspicious/uneasy. Something wasn't right/proper/normal. A chill ran down their spines/backs/necks. They had heard/seen/witnessed the signs, the omens/forebodings/clues. It was a matter of time/inevitable/unavoidable - they knew it was coming.
The Ritual of 'It'
Every gathering held sacred within the forgotten realms begins with the ritual for 'It'. A murmur runs website through the assembled crowd, a shimmering hush as eyes focus towards the center. There, a lone figure rises, shrouded in shadow. The air crackles with reverence as they begin their reciting, each syllable echoing resonantly into the darkness.
- The ritual's purpose remains a mystery, known only to those who have experienced its full effect.
- Some whisper about a portal being established between worlds, while others speak about unveiling an ancient power.
- Regardless the truth may be, the ritual holds a power that enthralls all who attend it.
You Can't Avoid
It's a constant reality in our lives. We try to shun it, but it always comes back. Like an omen, it lingers long after we've tried to leave it behind. Whether we acknowledge it, the truth is that {we aredoomed to face it.
Its Hunger Knows No Bounds
The maw within gobbles all {in its path|that dares to cross its way. It craves for everything, a limitless appetite that can never be satiated. There {are no restrictions|no bounds to its passion, a dark abyss {that pollutes all it touches.