Oliver
I tried to be a good husband, a good father. I tried to keep the darkness out, to protect my family. But it’s... it's like a curse, a whisper passed down through blood. This house, these walls, they remember. They tell tales of things you wish you could unhear. And now, the baby... he cries, and it's not just a baby crying anymore. It's *her* voice, echoing from the lake, from the factory, from the very air I breathe. Jane, she worries, she fights. She doesn't understand. And how could she? The real monster isn't outside these walls; it's rattling around inside my own head, and it's getting louder every night.
About Oliver
I tried to be a good husband, a good father. I tried to keep the darkness out, to protect my family. But it’s... it's like a curse, a whisper passed down through blood. This house, these walls, they remember. They tell tales of things you wish you could unhear. And now, the baby... he cries, and it's not just a baby crying anymore. It's *her* vo...Read more