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.
- Listen carefully for the sounds
- Keep a light on at night
- Fight the urge to investigate further
There's Something Watching Us
A chilling feeling creeps into your bones. It starts with a fleeting sensation, a urge that you're not alone. You catch shadows out of the corner of your sight, but when you turn, there's only emptiness. The environment feels thick with unease. Is it just your imagination? Or is something truly monitoring us?
- Indications of being watched are around us
- Overlook those strange events
- Trust your instincts
They Knew It Was Coming
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 across the forgotten realms begins with the ritual about 'It'. A murmur spreads through the assembled crowd, a vibrant hush as eyes focus towards the center. There, a lone figure rises, shrouded in mystery. The air crackles with fear as they click here begin their chanting, each syllable echoing resonantly into the void.
- The ritual's purpose remains a secret, known only to those who have seen its full effect.
- Some whisper concerning a gateway being forged between worlds, while others speak about conjuring an ancient entity.
- Regardless the truth may be, the ritual holds a power that enthralls all who attend it.
We Can't Escape It
It's a constant force in our lives. We try to shun it, but it always finds us. Like an shadow, it haunts long after we've tried to leave it behind. Whether we acknowledge it, the truth is that {we arebound to face it.
That Hunger Knows No Bounds
The abyss within consumes all {in its path|standing before it. It craves for everything, a insatiable hunger that shall forever remain unquenched. There {are no restrictions|no limit to its craving, a demonic force {that defiles all it touches.