Something's always Happening in Nockfell (Sally face oneshots)

Whispers

POV: Sal Fisher

Warnings: Blood, Mentions of dead bodies, mentions rotting corpses.

I'm stuck. Where am I? It's cold and dim. I hear things. They're whispering. I hear whispers. They're here. They're near. They're here They're here They're here They're here They're here They're here They're here They're here They're here They're here They're here They're here They're here They're here They're here They're here T̶h̸e̷y̶'̴r̸e̵ ̷h̴e̶r̷e̷ T̶h̸e̷y̶'̴r̸e̵ ̷h̴e̶r̷e̷ T̶h̸e̷y̶'̴r̸e̵ ̷h̴e̶r̷e̷ T̶h̸e̷y̶'̴r̸e̵ ̷h̴e̶r̷e̷ T̶h̸e̷y̶'̴r̸e̵ ̷h̴e̶r̷e̷ T̶h̸e̷y̶'̴r̸e̵ ̷h̴e̶r̷e̷ T̶h̸e̷y̶'̴r̸e̵ ̷h̴e̶r̷e̷ T̶h̸e̷y̶'̴r̸e̵ ̷h̴e̶r̷e̷  T̶̠͕̒ͅh̵̪͉̾̽̐e̵̛̩͎̍̓͝y̴͖̞̲͛'̶̦͚̿́͗͝r̵̥̝͂̂e̴̦̮̅́̊ ̸̬̳̞̯̓͌͑h̸̳͕̄͊̀̕è̷̛͕͉͇̚r̶̢̖̠̞̚e̵̹̲̝͋ T̶̠͕̒ͅh̵̪͉̾̽̐e̵̛̩͎̍̓͝y̴͖̞̲͛'̶̦͚̿́͗͝r̵̥̝͂̂e̴̦̮̅́̊ ̸̬̳̞̯̓͌͑h̸̳͕̄͊̀̕è̷̛͕͉͇̚r̶̢̖̠̞̚e̵̹̲̝͋ T̶̠͕̒ͅh̵̪͉̾̽̐e̵̛̩͎̍̓͝y̴͖̞̲͛'̶̦͚̿́͗͝r̵̥̝͂̂e̴̦̮̅́̊ ̸̬̳̞̯̓͌͑h̸̳͕̄͊̀̕è̷̛͕͉͇̚r̶̢̖̠̞̚e̵̹̲̝͋ T̶̠͕̒ͅh̵̪͉̾̽̐e̵̛̩͎̍̓͝y̴͖̞̲͛'̶̦͚̿́͗͝r̵̥̝͂̂e̴̦̮̅́̊ ̸̬̳̞̯̓͌͑h̸̳͕̄͊̀̕è̷̛͕͉͇̚r̶̢̖̠̞̚e̵̹̲̝͋ T̶̠͕̒ͅh̵̪͉̾̽̐e̵̛̩͎̍̓͝y̴͖̞̲͛'̶̦͚̿́͗͝r̵̥̝͂̂e̴̦̮̅́̊ ̸̬̳̞̯̓͌͑h̸̳͕̄͊̀̕è̷̛͕͉͇̚r̶̢̖̠̞̚e̵̹̲̝͋ T̶̠͕̒ͅh̵̪͉̾̽̐e̵̛̩͎̍̓͝y̴͖̞̲͛'̶̦͚̿́͗͝r̵̥̝͂̂e̴̦̮̅́̊ ̸̬̳̞̯̓͌͑h̸̳͕̄͊̀̕è̷̛͕͉͇̚r̶̢̖̠̞̚e̵̹̲̝͋ T̶̠͕̒ͅh̵̪͉̾̽̐e̵̛̩͎̍̓͝y̴͖̞̲͛'̶̦͚̿́͗͝r̵̥̝͂̂e̴̦̮̅́̊ ̸̬̳̞̯̓͌͑h̸̳͕̄͊̀̕è̷̛͕͉͇̚r̶̢̖̠̞̚e̵̹̲̝͋ T̶̠͕̒ͅh̵̪͉̾̽̐e̵̛̩͎̍̓͝y̴͖̞̲͛'̶̦͚̿́͗͝r̵̥̝͂̂e̴̦̮̅́̊ ̸̬̳̞̯̓͌͑h̸̳͕̄͊̀̕è̷̛͕͉͇̚r̶̢̖̠̞̚e̵̹̲̝͋ T̶̠͕̒ͅh̵̪͉̾̽̐e̵̛̩͎̍̓͝y̴͖̞̲͛'̶̦͚̿́͗͝r̵̥̝͂̂e̴̦̮̅́̊ ̸̬̳̞̯̓͌͑h̸̳͕̄͊̀̕è̷̛͕͉͇̚r̶̢̖̠̞̚e̵̹̲̝͋  T̶̠͕̒ͅh̵̪͉̾̽̐e̵̛̩͎̍̓͝y̴͖̞̲͛'̶̦͚̿́͗͝r̵̥̝͂̂e̴̦̮̅́̊ ̸̬̳̞̯̓͌͑h̸̳͕̄͊̀̕è̷̛͕͉͇̚r̶̢̖̠̞̚e̵̹̲̝͋ T̶̠͕̒ͅh̵̪͉̾̽̐e̵̛̩͎̍̓͝y̴͖̞̲͛'̶̦͚̿́͗͝r̵̥̝͂̂e̴̦̮̅́̊ ̸̬̳̞̯̓͌͑h̸̳͕̄͊̀̕è̷̛͕͉͇̚r̶̢̖̠̞̚e̵̹̲̝͋ T̶̠͕̒ͅh̵̪͉̾̽̐e̵̛̩͎̍̓͝y̴͖̞̲͛'̶̦͚̿́͗͝r̵̥̝͂̂e̴̦̮̅́̊ ̸̬̳̞̯̓͌͑h̸̳͕̄͊̀̕è̷̛͕͉͇̚r̶̢̖̠̞̚e̵̹̲̝͋ T̶̠͕̒ͅh̵̪͉̾̽̐e̵̛̩͎̍̓͝y̴͖̞̲͛'̶̦͚̿́͗͝r̵̥̝͂̂e̴̦̮̅́̊ ̸̬̳̞̯̓͌͑h̸̳͕̄͊̀̕è̷̛͕͉͇̚r̶̢̖̠̞̚e̵̹̲̝͋ T̶̠͕̒ͅh̵̪͉̾̽̐e̵̛̩͎̍̓͝y̴͖̞̲͛'̶̦͚̿́͗͝r̵̥̝͂̂e̴̦̮̅́̊ ̸̬̳̞̯̓͌͑h̸̳͕̄͊̀̕è̷̛͕͉͇̚r̶̢̖̠̞̚e̵̹̲̝͋ T̶̠͕̒ͅh̵̪͉̾̽̐e̵̛̩͎̍̓͝y̴͖̞̲͛'̶̦͚̿́͗͝r̵̥̝͂̂e̴̦̮̅́̊ ̸̬̳̞̯̓͌͑h̸̳͕̄͊̀̕è̷̛͕͉͇̚r̶̢̖̠̞̚e̵̹̲̝͋ T̶̠͕̒ͅh̵̪͉̾̽̐e̵̛̩͎̍̓͝y̴͖̞̲͛'̶̦͚̿́͗͝r̵̥̝͂̂e̴̦̮̅́̊ ̸̬̳̞̯̓͌͑h̸̳͕̄͊̀̕è̷̛͕͉͇̚r̶̢̖̠̞̚e̵̹̲̝͋ T̶̠͕̒ͅh̵̪͉̾̽̐e̵̛̩͎̍̓͝y̴͖̞̲͛'̶̦͚̿́͗͝r̵̥̝͂̂e̴̦̮̅́̊ ̸̬̳̞̯̓͌͑h̸̳͕̄͊̀̕è̷̛͕͉͇̚r̶̢̖̠̞̚e̵̹̲̝͋ T̶̠͕̒ͅh̵̪͉̾̽̐e̵̛̩͎̍̓͝y̴͖̞̲͛'̶̦͚̿́͗͝r̵̥̝͂̂e̴̦̮̅́̊ ̸̬̳̞̯̓͌͑h̸̳͕̄͊̀̕è̷̛͕͉͇̚r̶̢̖̠̞̚e̵̹̲̝͋ T̶̠͕̒ͅh̵̪͉̾̽̐e̵̛̩͎̍̓͝y̴͖̞̲͛'̶̦͚̿́͗͝r̵̥̝͂̂e̴̦̮̅́̊ ̸̬̳̞̯̓͌͑h̸̳͕̄͊̀̕è̷̛͕͉͇̚r̶̢̖̠̞̚e̵̹̲̝͋ T̶̠͕̒ͅh̵̪͉̾̽̐e̵̛̩͎̍̓͝y̴͖̞̲͛'̶̦͚̿́͗͝r̵̥̝͂̂e̴̦̮̅́̊ ̸̬̳̞̯̓͌͑h̸̳͕̄͊̀̕è̷̛͕͉͇̚r̶̢̖̠̞̚e̵̹̲̝͋ T̶̠͕̒ͅh̵̪͉̾̽̐e̵̛̩͎̍̓͝y̴͖̞̲͛'̶̦͚̿́͗͝r̵̥̝͂̂e̴̦̮̅́̊ ̸̬̳̞̯̓͌͑h̸̳͕̄͊̀̕è̷̛͕͉͇̚r̶̢̖̠̞̚e̵̹̲̝͋ T̸̯̀͐͗͗͊͛͜͠ĥ̷̡̯̖̣͓́̅̉̊͗̿̈́̌͝é̷̛͕̦̬̟͓̉̋̈̈́̎͒̓͛̕͠y̵̧̛̟̮̫͖̹͉̺͋͒'̵̢̞̳̫̭̪̯͍̗͍̠̿̾̌̇̍͌̆ȓ̵̨̡̳͚͕͈̺̙͔̤̥e̵̞͓̖̥̣̼̺͉̺̽̈̄̍̆̃̎̋̈͆̽̚ ̸̭̑͜h̵̪̹̳̪̝̯̤͚̟̀ę̴̢͇͕̹͖̯̺̹̮̪͊́̈̃͜r̴̡̭̞̙̰̮̤̼̮̳͂́́̈́͒̐̆̿̚̚ͅe̸̡̥̻͎͕̙̦̠͖͉͙̲̒͑̎͠ T̸̯̀͐͗͗͊͛͜͠ĥ̷̡̯̖̣͓́̅̉̊͗̿̈́̌͝é̷̛͕̦̬̟͓̉̋̈̈́̎͒̓͛̕͠y̵̧̛̟̮̫͖̹͉̺͋͒'̵̢̞̳̫̭̪̯͍̗͍̠̿̾̌̇̍͌̆ȓ̵̨̡̳͚͕͈̺̙͔̤̥e̵̞͓̖̥̣̼̺͉̺̽̈̄̍̆̃̎̋̈͆̽̚ ̸̭̑͜h̵̪̹̳̪̝̯̤͚̟̀ę̴̢͇͕̹͖̯̺̹̮̪͊́̈̃͜r̴̡̭̞̙̰̮̤̼̮̳͂́́̈́͒̐̆̿̚̚ͅe̸̡̥̻͎͕̙̦̠͖͉͙̲̒͑̎͠ T̸̯̀͐͗͗͊͛͜͠ĥ̷̡̯̖̣͓́̅̉̊͗̿̈́̌͝é̷̛͕̦̬̟͓̉̋̈̈́̎͒̓͛̕͠y̵̧̛̟̮̫͖̹͉̺͋͒'̵̢̞̳̫̭̪̯͍̗͍̠̿̾̌̇̍͌̆ȓ̵̨̡̳͚͕͈̺̙͔̤̥e̵̞͓̖̥̣̼̺͉̺̽̈̄̍̆̃̎̋̈͆̽̚ ̸̭̑͜h̵̪̹̳̪̝̯̤͚̟̀ę̴̢͇͕̹͖̯̺̹̮̪͊́̈̃͜r̴̡̭̞̙̰̮̤̼̮̳͂́́̈́͒̐̆̿̚̚ͅe̸̡̥̻͎͕̙̦̠͖͉͙̲̒͑̎͠ T̵͎̝̼̗͓͚̞̒̄̓̂̏́̐̒̕͜ͅḧ̸̡͓̣̠̯͙͖̟̞̝̞́̒̏̿̈́͒̃̔͠͝ͅe̴̼̼͍̙̙̱͎͚͔̎̿̓͜͠y̶̤͔͚̗̌'̵̢̛̰̯̹̓͗̈́̒̋̓̀́̒̂͋̾̿͋̀̍r̴̢̪͎̮̲̯̬̰͔̞̩͓̺̞̟̝̺̟̼̝͊̔̓̍́͗̀̄̾̑̀̾̔̄̔̂̂͂̕͝ë̷̢̧͉̬̠͕̳͚͓͇̫͇̠̠̥̺̠̥́͐̊̎̆̇̓̒̉̈́̍̈͜ͅ ̸̻͙̻̮̭͙̬͉̫͒͂̿̈́͊̉̓́ḩ̵̻̜̺̥̖̙̩̥̬͔̮͈̬̘͔̃̑͌̈́̚͜è̷̢̡̡̱̩̜̲̹͎̩̲̬͓͔̖̤̠̋̑̉̾͝͠ͅr̴̡̛͚̺͕̥̟͇̱̞̗̟̯̭̤̮̦̪̭̙̐͂̀̆͌̋̌̍̋̋̎̂̀̚͘͜ͅȩ̵̢̝̮͕̦̙͙̝̜̣͉͎͙͓̝̤̾͗ T̵͎̝̼̗͓͚̞̒̄̓̂̏́̐̒̕͜ͅḧ̸̡͓̣̠̯͙͖̟̞̝̞́̒̏̿̈́͒̃̔͠͝ͅe̴̼̼͍̙̙̱͎͚͔̎̿̓͜͠y̶̤͔͚̗̌'̵̢̛̰̯̹̓͗̈́̒̋̓̀́̒̂͋̾̿͋̀̍r̴̢̪͎̮̲̯̬̰͔̞̩͓̺̞̟̝̺̟̼̝͊̔̓̍́͗̀̄̾̑̀̾̔̄̔̂̂͂̕͝ë̷̢̧͉̬̠͕̳͚͓͇̫͇̠̠̥̺̠̥́͐̊̎̆̇̓̒̉̈́̍̈͜ͅ ̸̻͙̻̮̭͙̬͉̫͒͂̿̈́͊̉̓́ḩ̵̻̜̺̥̖̙̩̥̬͔̮͈̬̘͔̃̑͌̈́̚͜è̷̢̡̡̱̩̜̲̹͎̩̲̬͓͔̖̤̠̋̑̉̾͝͠ͅr̴̡̛͚̺͕̥̟͇̱̞̗̟̯̭̤̮̦̪̭̙̐͂̀̆͌̋̌̍̋̋̎̂̀̚͘͜ͅȩ̵̢̝̮͕̦̙͙̝̜̣͉͎͙͓̝̤̾͗ T̵̡̖̞̞̥̗̹̣̯̻̘͋̄ͅͅh̴̛̯̬̼̪̘͇͚͖̱̥́̂e̷̲̔̐y̶̡̧̘̜͈̼͖͕̫̪͍̭̫͚͚̻͍͇̺̖̫̒̈́̈́́͗̎̇'̸̧̨̺͈̜͙̩͚̯̖̜̹͍̱̘̗̭̝͚̙̍̚͝ŗ̴͕̯̬̼̱̲̱͓̟̖͖̜̟̪̯̒͐̓͛̄͂̈́̂̀̅́̈́̅̉̌̐̀̈̈̋̒̕͘ͅę̷̼̲̬̖̯͖̱̤̦̱̙͈̻͚̗̟̤͖̋̌̇̓̽̋͋͆͆̊̒̾̈́̅̓̓̌̋͗̑̃͘͝ ̷̛̮̤̰͖͖̞̠̻͉̹͚̑͛̋̄̍̐̔̀̌͋͝ḩ̸̳͎̥͍̈́̍̎͗̊̓e̵̡̛͓̝͎̘͖̩͍͈̬͑͌͆̏̊̎͛͂́̈́̂̀̓̎̽̚͘r̵̡̢͕̣͚̈̄̍̍͌͂̐̀̔͌̓́̋̄̂̓̐͋̒́́̕ẹ̵̡̦̥̗̖̲̦͎̱̙̣̜̼̭̌͋͂̄̾̽̋͝͝ T̵̡̖̞̞̥̗̹̣̯̻̘͋̄ͅͅh̴̛̯̬̼̪̘͇͚͖̱̥́̂e̷̲̔̐y̶̡̧̘̜͈̼͖͕̫̪͍̭̫͚͚̻͍͇̺̖̫̒̈́̈́́͗̎̇'̸̧̨̺͈̜͙̩͚̯̖̜̹͍̱̘̗̭̝͚̙̍̚͝ŗ̴͕̯̬̼̱̲̱͓̟̖͖̜̟̪̯̒͐̓͛̄͂̈́̂̀̅́̈́̅̉̌̐̀̈̈̋̒̕͘ͅę̷̼̲̬̖̯͖̱̤̦̱̙͈̻͚̗̟̤͖̋̌̇̓̽̋͋͆͆̊̒̾̈́̅̓̓̌̋͗̑̃͘͝ ̷̛̮̤̰͖͖̞̠̻͉̹͚̑͛̋̄̍̐̔̀̌͋͝ḩ̸̳͎̥͍̈́̍̎͗̊̓e̵̡̛͓̝͎̘͖̩͍͈̬͑͌͆̏̊̎͛͂́̈́̂̀̓̎̽̚͘r̵̡̢͕̣͚̈̄̍̍͌͂̐̀̔͌̓́̋̄̂̓̐͋̒́́̕ẹ̵̡̦̥̗̖̲̦͎̱̙̣̜̼̭̌͋͂̄̾̽̋͝͝ T̵̡̖̞̞̥̗̹̣̯̻̘͋̄ͅͅh̴̛̯̬̼̪̘͇͚͖̱̥́̂e̷̲̔̐y̶̡̧̘̜͈̼͖͕̫̪͍̭̫͚͚̻͍͇̺̖̫̒̈́̈́́͗̎̇'̸̧̨̺͈̜͙̩͚̯̖̜̹͍̱̘̗̭̝͚̙̍̚͝ŗ̴͕̯̬̼̱̲̱͓̟̖͖̜̟̪̯̒͐̓͛̄͂̈́̂̀̅́̈́̅̉̌̐̀̈̈̋̒̕͘ͅę̷̼̲̬̖̯͖̱̤̦̱̙͈̻͚̗̟̤͖̋̌̇̓̽̋͋͆͆̊̒̾̈́̅̓̓̌̋͗̑̃͘͝ ̷̛̮̤̰͖͖̞̠̻͉̹͚̑͛̋̄̍̐̔̀̌͋͝ḩ̸̳͎̥͍̈́̍̎͗̊̓e̵̡̛͓̝͎̘͖̩͍͈̬͑͌͆̏̊̎͛͂́̈́̂̀̓̎̽̚͘r̵̡̢͕̣͚̈̄̍̍͌͂̐̀̔͌̓́̋̄̂̓̐͋̒́́̕ẹ̵̡̦̥̗̖̲̦͎̱̙̣̜̼̭̌͋͂̄̾̽̋͝͝T̵̡̖̞̞̥̗̹̣̯̻̘͋̄ͅͅh̴̛̯̬̼̪̘͇͚͖̱̥́̂e̷̲̔̐y̶̡̧̘̜͈̼͖͕̫̪͍̭̫͚͚̻͍͇̺̖̫̒̈́̈́́͗̎̇'̸̧̨̺͈̜͙̩͚̯̖̜̹͍̱̘̗̭̝͚̙̍̚͝ŗ̴͕̯̬̼̱̲̱͓̟̖͖̜̟̪̯̒͐̓͛̄͂̈́̂̀̅́̈́̅̉̌̐̀̈̈̋̒̕͘ͅę̷̼̲̬̖̯͖̱̤̦̱̙͈̻͚̗̟̤͖̋̌̇̓̽̋͋͆͆̊̒̾̈́̅̓̓̌̋͗̑̃͘͝ ̷̛̮̤̰͖͖̞̠̻͉̹͚̑͛̋̄̍̐̔̀̌͋͝ḩ̸̳͎̥͍̈́̍̎͗̊̓e̵̡̛͓̝͎̘͖̩͍͈̬͑͌͆̏̊̎͛͂́̈́̂̀̓̎̽̚͘r̵̡̢͕̣͚̈̄̍̍͌͂̐̀̔͌̓́̋̄̂̓̐͋̒́́̕ẹ̵̡̦̥̗̖̲̦͎̱̙̣̜̼̭̌͋͂̄̾̽̋͝͝ T̵̡̖̞̞̥̗̹̣̯̻̘͋̄ͅͅh̴̛̯̬̼̪̘͇͚͖̱̥́̂e̷̲̔̐y̶̡̧̘̜͈̼͖͕̫̪͍̭̫͚͚̻͍͇̺̖̫̒̈́̈́́͗̎̇'̸̧̨̺͈̜͙̩͚̯̖̜̹͍̱̘̗̭̝͚̙̍̚͝ŗ̴͕̯̬̼̱̲̱͓̟̖͖̜̟̪̯̒͐̓͛̄͂̈́̂̀̅́̈́̅̉̌̐̀̈̈̋̒̕͘ͅę̷̼̲̬̖̯͖̱̤̦̱̙͈̻͚̗̟̤͖̋̌̇̓̽̋͋͆͆̊̒̾̈́̅̓̓̌̋͗̑̃͘͝ ̷̛̮̤̰͖͖̞̠̻͉̹͚̑͛̋̄̍̐̔̀̌͋͝ḩ̸̳͎̥͍̈́̍̎͗̊̓e̵̡̛͓̝͎̘͖̩͍͈̬͑͌͆̏̊̎͛͂́̈́̂̀̓̎̽̚͘r̵̡̢͕̣͚̈̄̍̍͌͂̐̀̔͌̓́̋̄̂̓̐͋̒́́̕ẹ̵̡̦̥̗̖̲̦͎̱̙̣̜̼̭̌͋͂̄̾̽̋͝͝T̵̡̖̞̞̥̗̹̣̯̻̘͋̄ͅͅh̴̛̯̬̼̪̘͇͚͖̱̥́̂e̷̲̔̐y̶̡̧̘̜͈̼͖͕̫̪͍̭̫͚͚̻͍͇̺̖̫̒̈́̈́́͗̎̇'̸̧̨̺͈̜͙̩͚̯̖̜̹͍̱̘̗̭̝͚̙̍̚͝ŗ̴͕̯̬̼̱̲̱͓̟̖͖̜̟̪̯̒͐̓͛̄͂̈́̂̀̅́̈́̅̉̌̐̀̈̈̋̒̕͘ͅę̷̼̲̬̖̯͖̱̤̦̱̙͈̻͚̗̟̤͖̋̌̇̓̽̋͋͆͆̊̒̾̈́̅̓̓̌̋͗̑̃͘͝ ̷̛̮̤̰͖͖̞̠̻͉̹͚̑͛̋̄̍̐̔̀̌͋͝ḩ̸̳͎̥͍̈́̍̎͗̊̓e̵̡̛͓̝͎̘͖̩͍͈̬͑͌͆̏̊̎͛͂́̈́̂̀̓̎̽̚͘r̵̡̢͕̣͚̈̄̍̍͌͂̐̀̔͌̓́̋̄̂̓̐͋̒́́̕ẹ̵̡̦̥̗̖̲̦͎̱̙̣̜̼̭̌͋͂̄̾̽̋͝͝ 

Ț̵̢̛̟̣̗̬̞̺̲̘̮̪̺̘̪̬̹̙̺̣̻̖͍̲͔̤̘̖̔̐́̋̑̂̐͒͌́̒̋̓́́̈̎͛́̋̄̕͘͜͝͠Ḩ̷̧̡͙̝̼̠̹͇͈̫̙̝̹̦͚̰̬͍͍̗̼͍͇̮̱͇̹̫̻̘͙̰͋̾̓̾̀̔̀̈̌̀̋͑͊͂̿̓̚̚̕̕͜͠ͅĘ̵̨̛̖͙͍͍̱̳͚̹̠͔̻̬̏̑̿̃̈́̋̀̀̀͋̐͊̐̆̓̉̎̂̿̉́̈́͊̔̀́̓̀͋̐̌͝Y̴̧̢̢̡̧̨̠͙̫̫̺̳̫̰̙̻̬̫͙͓̟̮̮̹͉̘̗̊̾͂͛̏̅̍́͊̎̽̚ͅ'̵̢̯̬͙̓̍̽̓̆̋̎͛̀̀͐̃͘͝Ř̴̢̧̡̨̬̜̻̬̫̣̹͖͓̟̳̘̼͔̯͈̺̩̮̖̪͇̘̞͈̲̭̩̪̲͓͖͜ͅË̴̛̱̱͖͈͓̦̫̟͕̱̬͇̳̹̮͚̫̻͈̘̰́͑̓̈́͑̀̓̈́̓̀̂́̒́͝ͅ ̸̛̞̳̹͓̻͎̖̤͐̄͂̽̍͒̔̈́͆̐͗̈́̐͐̎̐̂͆͑̐͐̕͜͠͠͠͝H̶̢͙̘͙̪̤̘͎͙͙̣͙̠̗̬͍̩̥̱̟͓̠̘̜́͊̓̍̏̄͗̏́̌͊̑͗̈̋̓̇͐̅̐̏̔̽̑̌̽̈́̽̈́͒̑̈́́̇͊͆̐̀͂͘͠͠͠͠ͅE̵̛͖̫͎͂̈̈́͊̌̒͑͒̾͒̋̾̀͒̍̿̐͋̈́͌̏̍̄̈̍̔͋̋̌͐̀̈́̎͘͘͘͝Ŗ̵̰͇̙̘̞͉̭̻̹̜͆̈́̌̌͛͒͂̿̎͗̓̋͂͘͝Ȩ̷̛̛̛̏̎̓͆̈́͂̌̓̋̃̆̌͒͒̅́̑̋̀̚̚͝͝ 

I walk around the dim room. I notice a door. I walk to the door. I open the door. The door can talk. It whispers. It sees. It hears. They see me. They hear me. They know me. They're whispering to me. I follow the whispers. I know the whispers. I see them. I killed them. It's my fault. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me.

I see them. I follow. I reach out. I cry. I regret. I turn. I run. I see. I know. I hear. I find. I see her. I see her. I know her. I see her. I know her. She's dead. Mother is gone. I'm gone. Fathers gone. Lisa's gone. Larry's gone. Ashley's gone. Todd's gone. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me. They hate me.

I run. I look. She's gone. She's dead. I'm dead. Dad's dead. Mom's dead. Lisa's dead. Larry's dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. 

She's bloody. She's rotting.  She's maggot infested. They all are. She's rotten. They're all rotten. I'm rotten. Blood is everywhere. Maggots are in her skin. Maggots crawl out of her eye sockets. They crawl out of everyone's eyes. They're here. They see me. They see me. They hate me. They see me. They want me gone. I'm gone. They're gone. We're gone. Where's mother? Where's Lisa? Where's dad? Where's Larry? Where's Todd? Where's Ashley? It's static. It's static all around me. I'm lost. I want to go back. Take me back. Take me back. take me back. T̸̡͍͉̭͓̈́Å̴̭͈͗͐͘K̵̺̈̔̿̒̕̕E̸̜̥͕̲̠̘͋̈̐͐ ̸̧̻̗͙̯̞̫̾̓̔̀M̸͕͉̤̋̅Ẻ̷͕̞ͅ ̶͇̟̰̼̍͌̽̄͂͒͠B̵̢̗̳̗͎̤̒̾A̶̤͛̌̐̽̚͜͝Ć̶̩̜̮̯̙̊̒̑̚K̸͙͕̱͖̊́̓̑̚ͅͅ

Lmao Idk what this is. I was really bored so this kinda sucks.