Every creak of more info 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.
- Listen carefully for the sounds
- Keep a light on at night
- Pray it will leave
We Are Being Watched
A foreboding feeling creeps into your soul. It starts with a fleeting sensation, a urge that you're not alone. You catch shadows out of the corner of your eye, but when you turn, there's nothing. The atmosphere feels thick with unease. Is it just your imagination? Or is something truly observing us?
- Clues of being watched are all too common
- 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 of 'It'. A murmur grows through the assembled crowd, a pulsating hush as eyes focus towards the center. There, a lone figure stands, shrouded in mystery. The air crackles with fear as they begin their chanting, each syllable echoing deeply into the void.
- The ritual's purpose remains a mystery, known only to those who have experienced its ultimate effect.
- Some whisper of a portal being opened between worlds, while others speak about conjuring an ancient power.
- Regardless the truth may be, the ritual exhibits a power that captivates all who witness it.
We Can't Escape It
It's a persistent force in our lives. We try to ignore it, but it always finds us. Like an shadow, it haunts long after we've tried to leave it behind. Whether we accept it, the truth is that {we aredoomed to face it.
It's Hunger Knows No Bounds
The maw within consumes all {in its path|that dares to cross its way. It craves for everything, a insatiable desire that can never be satiated. There {are no restrictions|no bounds to its craving, a dark abyss {that pollutes all it touches.