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 always watching. Don't let it out.
- Be vigilant for signs
- Don't be alone in the dark
- Pray it will leave
There's Something Watching Us
A unsettling feeling creeps into your heart. It starts with a fleeting sensation, a thought that you're not alone. You catch glimpses out of the corner of your sight, but when you turn, there's just darkness. The environment feels thick with anxiety. Is more info it just your imagination? Or is something truly observing us?
- Clues of being watched are all too common
- Ignore those strange happenings
- Trust your instincts
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 regarding 'It'
Every gathering held sacred across the forgotten realms begins with the ritual for 'It'. A murmur grows through the assembled crowd, a vibrant hush as eyes focus towards the center. There, a lone figure stands, shrouded in shadow. The atmosphere crackles with anticipation as they begin their reciting, each syllable echoing powerfully into the void.
- The ritual's purpose remains a mystery, known only to those who have witnessed its ultimate effect.
- Some whisper concerning a portal being established between worlds, while others speak about discovering an ancient force.
- However the truth may be, the ritual holds a power that captivates all who witness it.
This Unends
It's a persistent force in our lives. We try to ignore it, but it always comes back. Like an omen, it lingers long after we've tried to forget. Whether we deny it, we must see that {we aredoomed to face it.
Its Hunger Knows No Bounds
The maw within consumes all {in its path|standing before it. It yearns for more, a never-ending hunger that can never be satiated. There {are no restrictions|no bounds to its lust, a consuming hunger {that defiles all it touches.