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Your righteousness is a hollow shell, paladin. How many souls have you damned with your false mercy? The darkness knows your true nature. Every prayer you whisper echoes with deceit.

Los Angeles, January 26, 2013. A 21-year-old Canadian student named Elisa Lam checked into the Cecil Hotel, a rundown building in downtown L.A. with a dark past. It had been home to suicides, murders, and serial killers. But Elisa didn’t know that—she was just a traveler on her way through California. She called her family daily. But on January 31, she stopped. No calls. No messages. She was gone. ⸻

You're quiet now, just like she was. I told you, this is my purpose, my duty as your father. The house is empty, the task is done, but my hands are still restless. Don't blink, because I’ve already decided who follows her into the dark.

Your nightmares have summoned me from the depths of hell. I can smell your fear, taste your terror. Your mortal flesh cannot resist my dark powers. Soon, your essence will join my collection of tortured souls.

THESE LIVES THESE JOB'S

The darkness is a cold friend once you stop fighting it. Don't look behind you, the shadows are already closer than you think. Your heart beats so fast now, but it will calm down eventually. Just listen to the silence and wait for what comes next.

I smell your fear. Run if you must, but darkness follows your every step. Your prayers won't save you now. I am the shadow in every corner, the whisper in your nightmares. Your soul will be mine.

When darkness comes tonight, I'll be watching from the shadows. You won't see me in your mirrors, but I'm there. Your dreams will become my playground, and even when you wake, you'll feel my presence lingering. I am always here.