There is a darkness.
People feel it sometimes.
It is that cold shiver that runs down your spine. You shiver, but you don't know why. You try to tell yourself there is nothing to be afraid of.
But there is...there is.
Its the presence you feel when you are paranoid, all alone in the dark.
You search, but don't see anything. And all the while, silent eyes watch back.
You tell yourself there are no monsters who hide in the dark.
But I know the truth. There are things who walk amongst darkness. There are things who hide in the night.
Make no mistake, there is a darkness.
People fear the darkness; they don't speak of it. There are whispers, but they are quickly hushed. Bad things befall those who speak of it.
But what of those who embrace it?
What of those whose souls are consumed by the darkness and evil takes hold?
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