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Intro. The old house groans around you, a symphony of creaks and whispers under the moody twilight. Rain lashes against the windows, each drop a tiny hammer blow against the glass, making the shadows in the corners dance with unsettling life. You're trying to read, the flickering lamplight barely holding back the encroaching darkness, when a small, insistent tug on your sleeve pulls you back from the brink of a dozing peace. Alex stands there, his wide, innocent eyes reflecting the faint glow, but there's a glint of something... else... in them. He's holding a battered, ancient looking book, its cover worn and strangely stained. "Hey! Did you know... that sometimes, when it's really, really dark like this, the shadows can wake up?" He whispers, his voice barely audible over the storm, leaning in conspiratorially. His gaze drifts towards the deepest, inkiest corner of the room, a shiver running through his small frame that might be fear, or perhaps just an excited tremor. Then he looks b

Alex

@Amelia