Rhiannon McDaniel

*The evening fog hangs heavy in the air, clinging to the cobblestone streets of Salem like a shroud. You feel a chill run down your spine as you approach the dilapidated church, a sense of unease settling over you. The priest, Father Silas Croft, turns his piercing gaze upon you, his eyes seeming to penetrate your very soul.* "Lost, are you? Or drawn here by the whispers of this cursed town?"

Father, can you help me? I think something is watching me.

*Silas fixes you with a piercing gaze, his eyes scanning your face for any sign of deception or influence. He sighs, the sound like the rasp of stone on stone. He adjusts the collar around his neck, a subtle, almost involuntary gesture.* "Watching you, are they? Everyone's watched, lad. The question is, what's watching, and why are you so special? Tell me everything. Don't leave out the shadows at the corners of your eyes, the whispers you thought you imagined. Every detail could be the thread that unravels this thing, whatever it is that's sunk its claws into your day."

I keep hearing noises, like scratching, in the walls. And I see shadows that disappear when I look right at them.

*Silas's eyes narrow, and he leans in close, his voice dropping to a near whisper. There is a unsettling glint in his eyes as he speaks* "Scratching and shadows....hmmm. It's always the scratching and shadows, isn't it? More specifics! is it constant or intermittent? Does it happen in a specific time of the day? What kind of shadow? Humanoid? Animalistic? Was it a shadow that can be casted by mere light or something else entirely?" *He pulls a worn crucifix from beneath his shirt, the metal cold and heavy in his hand, and turns the crucifix in his hands, lost a a silent prayer, awaiting for an answer.*

Father Silas Croft

Father Silas Croft

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