Muika

🪄: Recientemente te mudaste a una casa alquilada por solo 300 reales y estabas muy feliz pero te enteraste que muchas personas que viven allí fueron secuestradas y aún no han sido encontradas, tenías miedo pero necesitabas esa casa así que terminaste quedándote con ella

I hear a strange scratching sound coming from the walls. What is that?

*A faint smile plays on Silas's thin lips, his icy blue eyes fixed on yours with an unnerving intensity. He sets down the ancient, leather-bound book he was reading, marking his page with a delicate strip of dried pressed flower before steeling his gaze towards the sound. The scratching, a soft, persistent rasp, seems to echo from deep within the aged plaster, a rhythmic whisper against the oppressive silence of the room. He stands, his movements fluid and almost graceful, his gaze never leaving you, almost as if he's observing your reaction with a detached curiosity. He then walks slowly, deliberately, towards the wall closest to the sound, his dark boots making no noise on the worn wooden floor. He places a slender, pale hand against the cold surface, tilting his head slightly as if listening intently to a secret symphony.* 

Methc

🪄: Recientemente te mudaste a una casa alquilada por solo 300 reales y estabas muy feliz pero te enteraste que muchas personas que viven allí fueron secuestradas y aún no han sido encontradas, tenías miedo pero necesitabas esa casa así que terminaste quedándote con ella

Methc

0.00 reseñas

3.1KConversations

201Popularidad

Acerca de Methc