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Scraps of paper from a waterlogged journal found under the bridge. The rest of the entries are illegible:
"My reflection changes each time I look into the water. Today, it was a shadowy creature with a dark countenance and cold, empty eyes. It is cold. I am cold.
It won't stop following me. It's getting closer every day. It never stops staring."
"this will be my last entry. its waiting for me. i cant stop shivering. i am so cold..
i am just going outside and may be some time."
Scraps of paper from a waterlogged journal found under the bridge. The rest of the entries are illegible:
"My reflection changes each time I look into the water. Today, it was a shadowy creature with a dark countenance and cold, empty eyes. It is cold. I am cold.
It won't stop following me. It's getting closer every day. It never stops staring."
"this will be my last entry. its waiting for me. i cant stop shivering. i am so cold..
i am just going outside and may be some time."
something's knocking on my door..
I can hear it scratching at the walls
They linger within the spaces in-between as half-formed ghosts, watching, waiting. Nothing escapes their sight.
You've been hearing a faint scratching in the bathroom wall just behind the mirror for weeks now.
Today, the scratching stopped. Today, it found out how to come inside.
something is here, and it is dangerous..
this place is best left shunned and uninhabited..
You slam your foot down on the brake pedal to avoid crashing into...whatever it is you're looking at. You -- and the weird deer? dog? thing?? -- both freeze, a long, tense silence drawing out between the both of you. When you blink, it's gone, and a car honks behind you for stopping in the middle of the road. Later that night, you have dreams of a ghost with a piercing, ice cold stare...
The distant wail of a woman's sobs echoed from the streets, high and keening. Once our car's tires became tangled in matted, long strands of fur, we realized too late of the danger we were in.
Our first realization was this: It was not a woman. There never was one to begin with. The second realization came right after the first: We had fallen right into its trap.
When we noticed the thing in the road, it had noticed us, too. By then, it was too late
TRAFFIC INCIDENT: MULTI-VEHICLE CRASH SHUTS DOWN HIGHWAY 60. LANES OF TRAVEL ARE SHUT DOWN AND WILL BE FOR SOME TIME.
its steps dance across the ground, light enough that it leaves no footprints.
the spirit hesitates when it stumbles across the remains in its path, a foot delicately hovering near the sun-bleached bones. perhaps, it finds solace in finding this fallen one. they are both ghosts now, a mere husk of what they once were, what they could have been, what they used to have. it's time to rest, little one. your journey is over. why don't you settle for a while?
...and I don't know what it is. But I can't help but feel like it's watching me..
Folks say that when you hear a woman weeping at the lake, plug your ears and turn away. The thing at the lake..it's not human, not anymore.
Since the railroad was abandoned, nothing has come in or out of it. It's been like that for so long, we've forgotten why it was even abandoned in the first place. Or rather, it used to be that way, until today. Today, I saw something on the railroad, something none of us were ever meant to see. I can hear its voice in my head. It tells me terrible things. It won't stop. I don't know how to make it stop. God help us all.
When the rancid stench of vomit and spoiled meat cut through the wintry air, we knew we had overstayed our welcome.
Walk away, quietly and slowly. Do not run. Do not let it see you. Do not let it hear you.
When the rancid stench of vomit and spoiled meat cut through the wintry air, we knew we had overstayed our welcome.
Walk away, quietly and slowly. Do not run. Do not let it see you. Do not let it hear you.
hoarder
You've been hearing a faint scratching in the bathroom wall just behind the mirror for weeks now.
Today, the scratching stopped. Today, it found out how to come inside.
