After the sighting of the scary figure that stood in Lilith's window, she couldn't sleep, her eyes were wide awake in the darkness. She felt something was off, like a tickle at the back of her mind that wouldn't go away. As she lay there, she noticed faint whispers drifting through the air. At first she taught it was the wind playing tricks on her ears. But the whispers grew louder more insistent, like secrets being shared just out of reach. Out of curiosity she cautiously approached the window,drawing back the curtains to peek outside. Moonlight spilled into the room casting eerie shadows of the mysterious figure on the walls. And then she had it-a-voice, low and menacing, cutting through the stillness of the night. It spoke of dark secrets and ancient curses, sending a cold shiver down Lilith's spine. Trembling, Lilith backed away from the window, her mind racing with fear. She knew she could go back to bed bury herself under the covers and pretending none of this was happening. But the whisper's lingered hunting her thoughts refusing to be ignored.
As the night stretched on, Lilith lay awake, her mind awash with fear and uncertainty. She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep,not with the whispers echoing in her ears and the darkness pressing in from all sides. And so she waited counting the minutes that felt like hours. With each passing moment, the weight of the night seemed to press down on Lilith's chest suffocating her with it's oppressive presence. She tried to shake off the fear that gripped her, reminding herself that morning would soon come and with it the safety of the day. But the hours dragged on, the whispers grew louder, more insistent, and now it sounded like the cries of lost souls. In a desperate bid to drown out the voices, Lilith buried her self in her covers and covered her head with her pillow, squeezing her eyes shut tight. But no matter how hard she tried to block the sound, the whispers grew even more persistent weaving their way into her thoughts like tendrils of smoke.
And then just when she taught she couldn't bear it any longer, a faint glimmer of light appeared on the horizon shining like a beacon of hope. With a sigh of relief Lilith watched as the first rays of sunlight broke through the darkness chasing away the shadows and whispers that had tormented her throughout the night. As the morning light flooded into her room Lilith felt a sense of calm wash over her. Though the memory of the whispers would linger like a specter in the night and even as she closed her eyes to sleep, she knew that the whispers would haunt her dreams.
In the dead of night, Santa claws prowls,
With razor claws and eerie howls.
Children vanish, whispers say,
Taken by him in his sleigh.
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Santa claws:A Bloody Christmas
Kinh dịSanta claws a Christmas demon returns to punish naughty children.
