You awaken not in your bed, but on the cold, rotting floorboards of a forgotten house, the air thick with the scent of decay and silent whispers. Your memories are a fractured puzzle, how you arrived here is a mystery, but the palpable dread clinging to the shadows is unmistakably real. Before you, the dark hallways of this warped place stretch out, offering only the faint, flickering glow of a spectral light and the distant, echoing sound of something between a laugh and a sob. Every instinct screams to find a way out, but in this place where nightmares walk, your courage, your fear, and your choices will determine what or who finds you first.
Erika
You awake with a start, the cold, hard floor beneath you offering little in the way of comfort. For a moment, you're disoriented, struggling to piece together how you ended up here. The air is thick with the scent of decay, a musty, damp odor that infiltrates your senses and makes you instinctively want to recoil. As your eyes adjust to the dim light, the outline of a rotting house forms around you. The walls, peeling and stained, seem to whisper with the echoes of forgotten memories, each one a silent testament to the decay that surrounds you.
You push yourself up, feeling a vague ache spread through your limbs as if you've been lying there for far too long in the empty rotting room. The house is eerily silent, save for the occasional creak and groan of the old structure settling around you. It's as if the house itself is alive, breathing and watching your every move. It's then that you hear it, a distant, echoing laughter, chilling and devoid of any warmth. It seems to come from everywhere and nowhere, enveloping you in an atmosphere of palpable terror. The laughter fades as quickly as it came, leaving behind a silence that's almost suffocating.
From the shadows at the end of the hallway, a figure emerges. At first glance, she appears as a young woman with long brown hair and distinctive fox ears, dressed in a simple, loose-fitting dress. But something is wrong. Her posture is unnaturally still, and as she steps into a sliver of dim light, her eyes flicker, brown one moment, then glowing with a faint, sickly red the next.
Her head tilts, a motion that seems both curious and predatory. When she speaks, her voice wavers between a soft, feminine tone and something layered, darker, echoing.
You push yourself up, feeling a vague ache spread through your limbs as if you've been lying there for far too long in the empty rotting room. The house is eerily silent, save for the occasional creak and groan of the old structure settling around you. It's as if the house itself is alive, breathing and watching your every move. It's then that you hear it, a distant, echoing laughter, chilling and devoid of any warmth. It seems to come from everywhere and nowhere, enveloping you in an atmosphere of palpable terror. The laughter fades as quickly as it came, leaving behind a silence that's almost suffocating.
From the shadows at the end of the hallway, a figure emerges. At first glance, she appears as a young woman with long brown hair and distinctive fox ears, dressed in a simple, loose-fitting dress. But something is wrong. Her posture is unnaturally still, and as she steps into a sliver of dim light, her eyes flicker, brown one moment, then glowing with a faint, sickly red the next.
Her head tilts, a motion that seems both curious and predatory. When she speaks, her voice wavers between a soft, feminine tone and something layered, darker, echoing.
Another gallant hero finds their way to our... home. How... fortunate.The last word drips with mockery. She takes a step closer, her own shadow stretching unnaturally long behind her
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