What Hides in The Shadows

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The building is dead inside.

Darkness stained the walls and ceiling, accented with decaying decor from centuries ago. Shadows writhed in the corners, danced down long hallways, aimlessly shuffled about the rooms. Standing stagnant, a dead, putrid air attacked the senses. The wood cries out with age, pores leaking dust. The wind creates wicked chords as it pulls through the corpse-like building, shaking its entire frame. Thunder cackles in the distance. Nothing moves as the trees rake their claws against walls; nothing quakes at the sight of a frightening shadow.

A dark past plagues this place beyond repair, imprisoning unwanted beings inside of the building. They live in the shadows, hide in the darkness, just beyond the visible eye. Grotesque and horrid, these beings lurk, as if waiting for prey. Never are they satisfied; they continue to stalk the premises, tortured and repulsive. It is in revenge that they make themselves known, to harm. Their strikes are sharp, quick, unexpected.

They don't exactly play by the rules.