”And the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.”
HP Lovecraft starters || accepting
A quick thought rushed through his mind, aweird one though / what was a french soldierdoing here, still? / and his look hardened, apair of blue eyes was staring at the boy, coldand sharp as a knife;
He wasn’t actually there. A halluzination? Washis brain starting to decompose that much alrea-dy? Albert even heard him speaking, it wasmore of en echo, though, a puffy cold cloud ofletters. It took him a moment as the Kommandantkept staring, trying to figure out what had stepp-ed into his sights.
“W̸̖̩͍̬̜̳i͎̣͔̱͖̱̯s͈̠̠̤̙͕͟e͏͉̭̜̖̻̬̺ wo̞̗̘͔̪̠̖r̝͚̥̱͈d͉̝́s̮̪,̥̩͎̘ ̴͎̻so͔̳̗l̜͉̙̞̻͖̘ḓi͈̝̜̪̳̰̮ẹ̣̰̞̰͇ͅr̟͎̻̞͝ “
Broken voice, words almost dribbling off his lips,dusky, heavy. u n r e a l. A small smile.
“Y̰̯o҉̠̞͚u͚ ͢a̪̙͙̤r̞̮̖̲͓̀e̤̳̩̭̣̩͡ ̛̥̳͓̣̫͕d̯̱͎̗̭͙͉ḙ͕a̘̝̘͖͡d͏̳̟̩.̺̰“