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
- Don't be alone in the dark
- Fight the urge to investigate further
We Are Being Watched
A unsettling feeling creeps into your bones. It starts with a glimmering it sensation, a thought that you're not alone. You catch glimpses out of the corner of your eye, but when you turn, there's nothing. The air feels thick with anxiety. Is it just your imagination? Or is something truly monitoring us?
- Clues of being watched are everywhere
- Ignore those strange events
- Listen to your gut
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 concerning 'It'
Every gathering held sacred throughout the forgotten realms begins with the ritual about 'It'. A murmur grows through the assembled crowd, a pulsating hush as eyes glance towards the center. There, a lone figure rises, shrouded in shadow. The atmosphere crackles with anticipation as they begin their reciting, each syllable echoing deeply into the darkness.
- The ritual's purpose remains a mystery, known only to those who have experienced its ultimate effect.
- Some whisper about a connection being forged between worlds, while others speak of unveiling an ancient entity.
- However the truth may be, the ritual commands a power that binds all who witness it.
We Can't Escape It
It's a constant presence in our lives. We try to ignore it, but it always comes back. Like an omen, it lingers long after we've tried to leave it behind. Whether we accept it, we must see that {we arebound to face it.
That Hunger Knows No Bounds
The maw within gobbles all {in its path|standing before it. It yearns for all things, a insatiable appetite that shall forever remain unquenched. There {are no restrictions|no bounds to its lust, a consuming hunger {that pollutes all it touches.