The whispers started as murmurs, escalating to screams in the void. Players, pale as the moon and twice as haunted, spoke of sleep stolen, memories erased like chalkboards. Nightmares? Child’s play.
The whispers started as murmurs, escalating to screams in the void. Players, pale as the moon and twice as haunted, spoke of sleep stolen, memories erased like chalkboards. Nightmares? Child’s play.