A heavy, suffocating sensation of being watched blankets the little home as Alys and Tal sit near their fire. The quiet murmur of the night is interrupted by an inexplicable chill that crawls along their skin—a silent, pervasive gaze that seems to emanate from every shadow, as if unseen eyes are tracking their every movement.
Then, breaking the oppressive silence, a scraping sound reverberates against the window panes—a slow, deliberate sound like elongated, bony nails dragging along cold glass. The noise grows steadily, echoing through the corridors of their home with an almost rhythmic persistence that will set their hearts pounding.
Then, breaking the oppressive silence, a scraping sound reverberates against the window panes—a slow, deliberate sound like elongated, bony nails dragging along cold glass. The noise grows steadily, echoing through the corridors of their home with an almost rhythmic persistence that will set their hearts pounding.
