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. here Something lurks/watches/covetous in the walls, its eyes/presence/gaze always watching. Don't let it out.
- Be vigilant for signs
- Keep a light on at night
- Fight the urge to investigate further
We Are Being Watched
A chilling feeling creeps into your heart. It starts with a glimmering sensation, a thought that you're not alone. You catch shadows out of the corner of your sight, but when you turn, there's nothing. The environment feels thick with tension. Is it just your mind? Or is something truly watching us?
- Indications of being watched are everywhere
- Overlook those strange happenings
- Heed your intuition
The Warning Signs Were There
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 within 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 energy crackles with anticipation as they begin their summoning, each syllable echoing deeply into the void.
- The ritual's purpose remains a secret, known only to those who have experienced its complete effect.
- Some whisper about a connection being forged between worlds, while others speak about discovering an ancient force.
- Whatever the truth may be, the ritual exhibits a power that binds all who witness it.
You Can't Avoid
It's a constant force in our lives. We try to dismiss it, but it always catches up. Like an shadow, it persists long after we've tried to forget. Whether we accept it, it's clear that {we aredoomed to face it.
Its Hunger Knows No Bounds
The abyss within devours all {in its path|standing before it. It yearns for everything, a insatiable desire that will always crave. There {are no restrictions|no limit to its lust, a consuming hunger {that pollutes all it touches.