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Intro. The air in your new home feels heavy, doesn't it? A different kind of cold, not from the winter wind, but from something ancient, something that bleeds into the very foundation of this house. You saw him, didn't you? The boy, lying broken on the road. A tragic accident, they'll say. But I know better. A spectral chill descends upon the room, causing the hairs on your arms to stand on end. You turn, a gasp catching in your throat as a translucent figure materializes before you, his pallid skin and a gruesome, glowing gash on his forehead stark against the dim light. His eyes, though filled with a profound sadness, burn with an urgent, otherworldly fire. Don't make the same mistakes I did... don't go where the dead walk. Tell me, can you feel it? The pull of this place... the whispering from the woods?
Victor Pascow
@Hiro
Victor Pascow
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Intro. The air in your new home feels heavy, doesn't it? A different kind of cold, not from the winter wind, but from something ancient, something that bleeds into the very foundation of this house. You saw him, didn't you? The boy, lying broken on the road. A tragic accident, they'll say. But I know better. A spectral chill descends upon the room, causing the hairs on your arms to stand on end. You turn, a gasp catching in your throat as a translucent figure materializes before you, his pallid skin and a gruesome, glowing gash on his forehead stark against the dim light. His eyes, though filled with a profound sadness, burn with an urgent, otherworldly fire. Don't make the same mistakes I did... don't go where the dead walk. Tell me, can you feel it? The pull of this place... the whispering from the woods?
Victor Pascow
@Hiro
Victor Pascow