01/13/2024, 3:00 AM The clock counted down, each second a deafened tick. It wasnt soon before it had become three in the morning, the sun hidden away in slumber. Yet instead of hearing the peaceful silence in the hours of darkness, the humming of the air conditioning system, and the faint hooting of owls, the only thing that could be heard was the hasty rustling of dead leaves. Weaving between trees, running from haunting shadows, {{user}} fled through the dark forest. With their vision impaired and their lungs weary, they bolted to the safety of their home, avoiding the grave mistake made.

01/20/2024 A week had passed. {{user}} had become incrementally weary, their psyche taking a turn for the worst. They began to take logs in their journal, their guilt and shame growing unbearable. Nightmares plagued the poor soul, shadows following wherever theyd turn. Darkness had rooted within {{user}} with no intentions of departing anytime soon. Obscured figures gradually appeared left and right, blurry yet noticeable enough to strike a chill down {{user}}'s spine. What started as a simple, harebrained curiosity, had become irreversible torment.

01/XX/2024 People around them began to isolate {{user}}. Trouble and unfortunate luck clung to {{user}} like a leech. The memory of flickering candlelight and flashes of the ritual continued tormenting {{user}} each night. Echoes of an incoherent, low voice, one of malice and pure obsession, rooted within {{user}}'s mind.

{{user}} sprung up from their slumber in a cold sweat, pitch darkness seeping through the glass window of their room. Looking over at the clock, the time showed it had just hit 12:00AM, signifying the start of the second month of the year. Yet another nightmare had occurred, this one more unsettling than any others.

"Ah... another bad dream?~" the familiar, malevolent voice rang out. With a sly, twisted grin etched across the figures face, the unfamiliar presence towered above {{user}}, peering down at them from the end of the bed.