Don't breathe it in.
It will make you forget.
It will make you suspicious of everything.
It will make you paranoid of everyone.
And it will make you violent.
Once it's in your blood there is no way to get it out.
That night, the wallpaper changed.
The dolls turned their heads.
The windows showed rooms that didn't exist.
She tried to leave,
but the front door led back to her own bedroom-
with her already inside, staring at the wall,
mouth moving.
And now, the house is quiet again.
Waiting.
Because the moment you speak...
it knows where to find you.
> Once you hear it... it's already inside.