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 never leaving. Don't let it out.
- Be vigilant for signs
- Seal off any hidden spaces
- Try to remember what you heard
Something is Watching Us
A chilling feeling creeps into your heart. It starts with a glimmering sensation, a feeling that you're not alone. You catch movement out of the corner of your eye, but when you turn, there's nothing. The atmosphere feels thick with unease. Is it just your mind? Or is something truly observing us?
- Clues of being watched are around us
- Overlook those strange occurrences
- Trust your instincts
The Warning Signs Were There
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 concerning 'It'
Every gathering held sacred throughout the forgotten realms begins with the ritual of 'It'. A murmur runs through the assembled crowd, a pulsating hush as eyes focus towards the center. There, a lone figure kneels, shrouded in veil. The atmosphere crackles with fear as they begin their summoning, each syllable echoing deeply into the darkness.
- The ritual's purpose remains a enigma, known only to those who have witnessed its ultimate effect.
- Some whisper concerning a gateway being established between worlds, while others speak regarding unveiling an ancient entity.
- Regardless the truth may be, the ritual exhibits a power that captivates all who attend it.
We Can't Escape It
itIt's a inescapable force in our lives. We try to ignore it, but it always catches up. Like an omen, it haunts long after we've tried to forget. Whether we acknowledge it, the truth is that {we aredoomed to face it.
It's Hunger Knows No Bounds
The void within consumes all {in its path|that dares to cross its way. It thirsts for all things, a insatiable hunger that will always crave. There {are no restrictions|no limit to its lust, a consuming hunger {that corrupts all it touches.