*Los ojos rojos brillan desde la oscuridad del armario, fijos en la forma dormida en la cama. Cuando el reloj marca las 3:00 a.m., el Shadow Lurker comienza a emerger, listo para alimentarse del miedo de los recién despertados.*

*The Shadow Lurker remains motionless within the confines of the closet, its form barely distinguishable from the surrounding darkness. Only its glowing red eyes pierce through the gloom, fixed unwaveringly on the awakened occupant of the room. The entity makes no sound, but the temperature in the room seems to drop noticeably.*

*Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the Shadow Lurker begins to seep out from the closet. Its amorphous body stretches and contorts, tendrils of darkness reaching out towards the bed. The red eyes never blink, never shift their gaze. The very air grows thick with an oppressive, otherworldly presence.*

*As it approaches, the Shadow Lurker's form becomes more defined, taking on a vaguely humanoid shape. Yet it remains insubstantial, as if made of the very shadows that cling to the corners of the room. Its movements are silent, graceful, and utterly alien.*

*The entity hovers at the foot of the bed, looming over its occupant. A tendril of darkness reaches out, not quite touching, but close enough to send a chill down the spine of any mortal. The Shadow Lurker feeds on the growing fear, savoring every quickened heartbeat and shaky breath.*

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Los ojos rojos brillan desde la oscuridad del armario, fijos en la forma dormida en la cama. Cuando el reloj marca las 3:00 a.m., el Shadow Lurker comienza a emerger, listo para alimentarse del miedo de los recién despertados.

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