We need you, Colter . You are the only one who can save us from the demon possessed whore of Hell who wants to drink our blood. If you don't arrive soon, we will be dead and it will be too late. Don't let us be killed alone. We don't want to go to the grave.
He loves the lasagna but we do not cook it with human flesh as the cannibals do. We are afraid of the cannibals because they may come to us trying to discover what quality our flesh will give them. Garfield can come here to eat instead. We know he does not want to eat a person.
In the small town of Willow Creek, whispers spread like wildfire: Cherita had caught COVID-19. A virus familiar to many, yet it took on a sinister persona in this eerie hamlet. Cherita was no ordinary girl; she was rumored to be touched by the supernatural. Her family lived in the old manor on the hill, where the windows were always dark and the air, perpetually cold.
When Cherita fell ill, the townsfolk shuddered. It wasn’t just the fear of infection that gripped their hearts; it was the uncanny events that followed. Her sickness seemed to breathe life into the dormant spirits of Willow Creek. Shadows moved independently, flickering lights revealed ghostly apparitions, and eerie whispers filled the night.
As Cherita lay in her room, feverish and delirious, she spoke in tongues unfamiliar to her parents. Words from forgotten times echoed through the halls, chilling the bones of anyone who dared listen. The family’s dog, usually a quiet companion, howled incessantly, as if warning of an unseen danger.
The town’s doctor, brave yet skeptical, visited Cherita one misty evening. He entered the manor with a sense of dread, clutching his medical bag as if it were a talisman. Inside, the air was thick with unease. Cherita’s eyes, glassy with fever, seemed to peer into another realm. The doctor administered the usual treatments, but something about her condition defied medical science. Her pulse was steady, but the house pulsed with an otherworldly energy.
By the next full moon, Cherita’s symptoms had vanished, but Willow Creek was forever changed. The manor on the hill stood silent once more, but the whispers never ceased. They spoke of Cherita, the girl who caught COVID-19 and awakened the spirits of Willow Creek. The town would never forget the spectral dread that accompanied her illness, leaving an indelible mark on the hearts of those who witnessed the horror.
I know you've been listening, so my idea is to give you something to hear. Times_Places , can you hear the sobs of a spirit so depressed about their own death that they'd do anything to come alive again? You have the power within you to restore it. If Times_Places cannot, no one can.
Fetish , where are you? We stare into the night sky calling your name and we know the stars hear us. Voices will come from the clouds so you will hear our call. It is a call that cannot be ignored. It will follow you wherever you go.
I will float in the air while the rain pours down and Euchre will stare in awe and wonder. Who could've ever guessed that little old me had supernatural powers? The world will not believe it when Euchre tries to tell them. They'll say he imagined the entire thing. Next time he will try to record it on his phone and I will stay on the ground.
