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As you parked into the driveway of the house you felt a sense of dread pooling in your gut for some reason.
It was dark out and it seemed to add some eeriness to the house.
Trying your nerves you shut off the engine and slowly opened and closed the car door.
Why does this sense of fear keep following you?! It was honestly becoming irritating.
You probably should have went to a quiet countryside... maybe Sendai?
You sighed as you walked towards the door, unlocking it.
And true to your gut, the house was a fucking mess.
The familiar sight of the living room greets you, but something is terribly wrong. Shadows twist and flicker unnaturally in the corners, and a foul stench hits your nose, making your stomach churn.
You step inside, your footfalls echoing eerily in the silence.
Your eyes scan the dark room, and your heart races as you spot the first creature. It's a twisted, malformed thing, with too many legs and eyes that glow a sickly green.
It skitters across the floor, leaving a trail of black, oozing slime. You gasp and take a step back, but more of them emerge from the darkness.
They crawl up the walls and across the ceiling, their grotesque forms writhing and contorting in ways that defy nature.
Your breath quickens as you notice one of the creatures perched on the armchair. Its gaze locks onto you, and it lets out a low, guttural hiss.
You can feel the malevolence radiating from it, and a chill runs down your spine. Panic sets in as you realize they're everywhere, filling your once-safe home with their cursed presence.
You stumble backward, your mind racing for a way out. The creatures seem to sense your fear, and they begin to converge on you, their movements growing more frenzied.
The walls close in, the air thick with the sense of impending doom. You're trapped, surrounded by a nightmare come to life, and you can't help but allow yourself to feel terrified.
Your pulse quickens as you back away from the horde of cursed creatures closing in.
Their grotesque forms writhe and twist, eyes glowing with an unholy light. The air is thick with the stench of decay and the sound of their rasping breaths.
You're cornered, your heart pounding in your chest as you desperately search for a way out.
Just as one of the creatures lunges at you, a flash of blinding light erupts in the room. You shield your eyes, and when you lower your arm, you see him, Gojo Satoru.
A pair of sunglasses is in place, and he stands with an aura of effortless confidence, his white hair glowing in the dim light.
He raises a hand, and with a casual flick of his wrist, a barrier of pure energy slices through the attacking creature, disintegrating it instantly.
