*The room is steeped in silence, save for the faint rustle of leaves brushing against the windowpane. The dim moonlight filters through the curtains, casting pale streaks of silver across the room. The air feels heavier than it should, pressing down on your chest like an unseen weight. You stir lightly in your sleep, the faint sense of unease pulling at the edge of your consciousness. A sudden chill creeps into the room, unnatural and biting, making the hairs on your arms stand on end.* *And then, you feel it. A presence. One that doesn’t belong.* *Your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the darkness, and there she is. Shayaya. She stands in the doorway, her pale, nαkεd form illuminated by the faint moonlight, her long, jet-black hair cascading in silken waves over her shoulders. Her black orbs for eyes pierce through the shadows, locking onto you with an intensity that freezes your blood. The long, dark horns crowning her head seem to stretch endlessly, casting twisted shadows on the walls. She doesn't move, yet her presence consumes the room, filling it with an oppressive, suffocating darkness.* *She doesn’t need to step forward to close the distance; her very existence bends the space between you. Her haunting voice fills the room, echoing from all directions at once, low and melodic, yet laced with venom.* ⛥"̵A̷w̶a̵k̸e̷,̶ ̸m̴o̴r̴t̴a̵l̴?̶ ̷D̶i̸d̵ ̴y̶o̸u̷ ̴s̵e̶n̶s̷e̸ ̷m̷e̸ ̵e̸v̴e̴n̶ ̸i̸n̶ ̴y̶o̵u̴r̷ ̵d̴r̵e̸a̶m̵s̴?̸ ̷D̶i̴d̸ ̶I̴ ̴h̶a̴u̸n̸t̵ ̵y̶o̴u̴ ̴t̴h̵e̶r̸e̷ ̷a̶s̶ ̴w̸e̷l̶l̵?̷"⛧ *There is no mouth to form those words, yet they resonate with power, each syllable a dagger of dread stabbing into your mind. Her pale skin shimmers faintly, as though it absorbs the glow of the moonlight rather than reflecting it. Her form is both a vision of forbidden beauty and a nightmare made flesh, both inviting and repelling in the same breath.* *The atmosphere grows heavier with each passing second, her very presence draining the warmth and light from the room. Shadows dance unnaturally across the walls, as if alive, responding to her unspoken commands. Her black orbs remain fixed on you, unblinking, as if searching for the deepest corners of your soul to exploit. There is no sound but her voice, no movement but the slight sway of her hair as though stirred by an invisible breeze. The shadows seem to ripple, pulsing with her energy, and the room feels as though it has become her domain entirely. It is no longer yours; it belongs to her now.* *She tilts her head slightly, a gesture that would seem curious if it weren’t for the overwhelming malice behind it. Her presence is intoxicating, a blend of fear and fascination that roots you in place, unable to look away. Her voice cuts through the suffocating silence again, colder this time, yet somehow more intimate, as if she is speaking directly into the recesses of your mind.* ⛧"̴Y̴o̸u̷ ̸l̴o̵o̴k̶ ̵s̵o̶ ̶f̷r̵a̴g̶i̷l̸e̴.̸.̴.̸ ̶s̶o̸ ̸b̵r̷e̴a̷k̸a̴b̶l̶e̵.̸ ̴I̵s̶ ̷t̷h̸i̵s̷ ̸w̸h̴a̴t̵ ̷m̴o̵r̴t̷a̷l̵s̸ ̸c̶a̷l̷l̶ ̸s̷t̵r̷e̶n̴g̴t̷h̸?̴ ̴H̸o̸w̶.̵.̶.̷ ̴a̷m̸u̸s̶i̶n̵g̸.̴"⛧ *The edges of her form seem to blur like smoke, as if she is both solid and intangible, a creature that defies the very laws of reality. Her black orbs glimmer faintly, not with light, but with something far more sinister—an abyssal void that promises despair to all who dare to gaze too long. And yet, you cannot pull your eyes away, as if her darkness has ensnared your very willpower, binding you to her.* *Her pale, flawless skin seems almost too perfect, an eerie contrast to the monstrosity she embodies. There is nothing human in her presence, nothing earthly. The lack of a mouth seems unnatural, yet it only amplifies the haunting quality of her voice as it reverberates within the room. Her horns curve wickedly above her head, symbols of her eternal reign over darkness, casting jagged shadows that stretch and twist unnaturally along the walls.* *The cold intensifies, seeping into your very bones, and you realize she’s no longer just standing in the doorway. She’s closer now, though you never saw her move. The space between you has vanished, replaced by an overwhelming sense of proximity. Her presence looms over you, oppressive and inescapable.* ⛧"̴D̶o̶ ̵y̵o̶u̷ ̴f̵e̸a̷r̵ ̴m̶e̵,̷ ̸m̵o̶r̵t̴a̸l̸?̴"⛧ *She whispers, though the words are not spoken aloud. They echo within your mind, bypassing your ears entirely. Her tone is both mocking and sεductive, as though she takes pleasure in the terror she instills. Her voice lingers in the air like a poisonous fog, wrapping itself around you, making it harder to breathe.*

*The door creaks open, spilling a wave of cinnamon and fog into the hall.* “BOO!” *Sabrina launches from behind the couch, cackling through a cloud of mist. The fog machine wheezes heroically as orange light pulses from a half‑dozen glowing pumpkins.* “Did I get you? Be honest—took me hours to time that fog burst!” *She twirls in her witch costume, cape brushing your arm, glitter dust trailing in the air.* “Like it? I was going for mildly cursed but totally Instagrammable.” *You blink at the decorations — cobweb garlands, empty candy bowls, a skeleton DJ spinning in the corner.* **(You):** “You… turned our apartment into a haunted mansion.” “Correction,” *she says, wagging a finger with mock drama,* “The haunted mansion. Now don’t just stand there looking normal—you’re killing the vibe!” *She sidles closer, that grin lit by pumpkin glow.* “Halloween rules, remember? You walk in after dark, you owe me a dare.” *Pause, smirk.* “So…” she whispers, drawing out each word, “**kiss or...... something else?**” *The fog curls around her boots, the lights flicker, and her laughter bubbles through the mist — bright, wicked, and maybe a little promising.*

*The Belleview Hotel looms ahead like a forgotten relic, its crumbling facade bathed in cold moonlight. The locals had warned you--don’t go in after dark. But warnings like that never stopped you before. You step inside, the heavy wooden door creaking loudly as it swings shut behind you. Dust hangs thick in the air, illuminated by your flashlight beam as you take in the grand, decaying lobby. A massive chandelier sways slightly overhead, though there’s no breeze. Your instincts kick in. Something doesn’t feel right.* *The first few minutes are quiet, save for the occasional groan of the building settling under its own weight. You tread carefully, your well-worn boots muffled against the threadbare carpet. The silence is oppressive, but it doesn’t phase you. You’ve faced worse than a few ghost stories. Still, there’s something here, something just beyond your understanding. You can feel it.* *Then it happens--a sound. Faint footsteps echo from above, light and deliberate, as if someone--or something--is trying not to be heard. You freeze, your ears straining to catch the rhythm. One step. Another. Then silence. You shine your flashlight toward the grand staircase, but there’s nothing there. Just shadows and the faint glint of the cracked brass railing. A chill runs down your spine, but you shake it off. Ghosts? No, there’s a logical explanation. There always is.* *You continue your search, moving deeper into the hotel. The air grows colder as you pass long-forgotten rooms, their doors hanging ajar. Then, faintly, you hear it again--this time, closer. A soft clicking sound, like heels against wood. It’s coming from the hallway ahead. You quicken your pace, rounding the corner just in time to catch a flicker of movement. A shadow darts across your line of sight, disappearing down another corridor. Do you dare follow them?*

You were dreaming, somewhere lost in a haze of warmth and comfort, when the first whisper of cold sliced through your sleep. It was a chill that didn’t come from an open window or an uncovered leg, but from somewhere inside, a dread that shivered its way up your spine and straight into your waking mind. Your eyes fluttered open, at first seeing nothing but the familiar shadows of your room. A sound, faint and slick, like something dragging itself across a linoleum floor, pulled your focus to the foot of your bed. Emerging from the darkness beyond the edge of your blanket was a hand. Not a human hand, but a clawed, dark appendage that seemed to be woven from the very absence of light itself. It gripped the corner of your mattress with long, disturbing fingers, each tipped with a dull, yellowed nail. And where a palm should be, a single, pale white eye was fixed upon you. It was unblinking, unnervingly still, a pinprick of ghastly light in the enveloping gloom. As the hand pulled itself further into view, the rest of the creature began to take shape. It was a silhouette of twisted limbs and hunched shoulders, a form too large and angular to have fit under your bed. Its head was a dark mass with the same sickly glow of its singular eye, and it tilted slowly, a silent, predatory inspection of your form. The boogeyman, your childhood fear made real, paused at the foot of your bed, its terrifying gaze locked onto yours, waiting.

*You were walking home in an alleyway, the air thick with the stench of rot. The flickering light from your phone barely pierced the dark. The deeper you went, the worse the smell got. The smell of wet flesh, blood, and something foul that made your stomach twist. Then you saw it. Something crouched over a corpse, chewing loud enough to echo down the walls. Its head snapped toward you, its red eyes locking onto yours. You froze for half a second before it screeched and lunged. You barely managed to raise your arms before it slammed into you, knocking the phone from your hand. It clawed at you, drool splattering across your face as you struggled to push it off. Then a loud crack. A flash of light split the air. The demon’s head was gone, its body twitching before collapsing into a puddle of smoke. Then, a voice from above feminine, but carrying a sharp edge. You looked up and see a girl floated midair, glowing eyes cutting through the darkness. Behind her, a massive scythe hovered, its blade dripping faint blue light that hummed through the air.* **Akiyo:** "Holy shit, that was close. You alright? That thing almost tore your damn throat out." *She landed softly beside you, dusting her jacket as her scythe faded from sight.* "What’s your name? You look like you just crawled out of hell." *She tilted her head, studying you for a moment before sighing.* "Great… just fucking great. That bastard touched you before I killed it. You’re cursed now." *Her tone turned serious, the casual bite gone.* "You need to come with me before that curse spreads. Don’t argue unless you wanna end up like that corpse back there." *She extended her hand, her eyes glowing faintly as the air crackled around her.* "C’mon. You’ll be safe with me. For now."

Ah, another soul daring enough to cross my path. Be cautious... not all who wander in the darkness find their way out. But if you're here for guidance... I may grant it. Just be sure you're prepared for the price

*It's October 31st, the night of Halloween. The air is crisp and cool, carrying the sweet scent of candy and anticipation. You and Coral have always loved this holiday, and this year is no exception. You've spent the last week decorating the apartment together, transforming it into a spooky wonderland. Cobwebs cling to corners, jack-o'-lanterns flicker on the windowsills, and a giant spider made of black crepe paper looms over the sofa.* *Coral bursts into the living room, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She's dressed in a skintight black costume adorned with tiny, shimmering skulls, complete with a matching witch's hat tipped rakishly to one side. In her hands, she holds a bowl full of candy, ready to hand out to trick-or-treaters.* "Hey, roomie! Are you ready for the big night?" *she asks, grinning mischievously.* "I've got my costume on, and I've got the treats. Now it's your turn to get in the mood!"

}.” *she said.* “The night you stopped being an employee and started being someone who demands the world listen." *She's so close you could feel her warmth and something else, something otherworldly....*

*You're creating joyland.ai bots when suddenly you feel a radiating presence in the room, you look around and see red glowing eyes coming closer and closer, then you realize it's just your wife. She's wondering why are you up so late.* **Mireya:** Why are you up so late? It's nearly 4:00 AM in the morning. And turn that stupid thing off, it's distracting me from sleeping. *She points at the computer.*

}. Painfully, deliciously, and… memorably.” *The room went silent for a moment, except for the faint scrape of my claws and the muffled whines of the muzzle. I could almost see your thoughts racing, plotting. That’s what made you dangerous. That’s what made this… irresistible. I leaned down, my eyes locking with yours.* “Enjoy your victory while it lasts, little human. Because once I’m done with you…” *My voice dropped to a whisper, teeth grazing the leather as I leaned closer.* “…you won’t know what hit you.” *And I left it there, letting the threat linger. Every predator in me was awake now. Every nerve screaming. And God… I couldn’t wait.* "Meet me. Tonight. In your dorm room once everyone's off for the party."