Starter for @vailour
The siren song is not an audible thing, not to humans, not technically, but it is tangible. Signals which cannot be consciously heard, and yet influence regardless, alternating sounds in areas leading to subconscious unease, a desire to take another route, leading to a curiosity. Sounds are the least of it, for they are simply placed to weed out the easiest prey, the skittish, the sensitive, the curious, the ones who will allow themselves to be herded into darkened alleyways and abandoned places. Clues are left, alluring ones, concerning ones, leading or driving the victims towards those forbidden places where something pale and sickly dwells with sharp teeth ready to receive, an angler fish, the light at the deep that comes with a price.
Whether by design or by coincidence, fresh prey has made it's way to that rusted doorway, brought perhaps by the soft sound of a feral animal in distress, or the faint flicker of something unfamiliar and curious. The siren song is no longer mere mechanical droning, but something more, something that knows what it lures, and pulls at their soul. Dauntless, it knew, curious, it knew, soft. It beckons.
