*They Are Not Human*
In the sleepy town of Ravenswood, nestled in the heart of the Appalachian Mountains, a sense of unease settled over its residents. It began with small changes: a neighbor's smile seemed slightly off, a coworker's laughter sounded hollow, and the local shopkeeper's eyes appeared... different.
At first, no one suspected a thing. But then, people started vanishing.
Sheriff Jameson received a frantic call from Emily Wilson, pleading for help. Her husband, John, had been acting strangely. "He's not himself," she begged.
Jameson arrived at the Wilsons' to find John sitting calmly on the couch, his eyes black as coal. The sheriff's gut twisted; something was horribly wrong.
"John, what's going on?" Jameson asked.
John's response sent chills down the sheriff's spine: "I've been waiting. The others will come."
As Jameson watched, John's body began to contort, his limbs twisting like rubber. His face elongated, revealing razor-sharp teeth.
"You see, Sheriff," John hissed, "they are not human."
More townsfolk transformed, their bodies morphing into grotesque, inhuman forms. Jameson realized that Ravenswood was under invasion.
One fateful night, the sheriff and Emily fled into the woods, pursued by the unholy horde. As they ran, the trees seemed to writhe and twist, their branches grasping like skeletal fingers.
A clearing appeared, and in its center stood an ancient, glowing portal. The creatures, now unmasked, closed in.
Jameson and Emily stumbled backward, toward the portal. As they crossed the threshold, the sheriff felt an otherworldly energy course through his veins.
On the other side, they found an eerie landscape of twisted, crimson rock. A figure awaited them – an abomination with eyes that burned like supernovas.
"Welcome, Sheriff," it spoke, its voice a symphony of screams. "You'll join the chorus. They are not human... and neither are you."
As Jameson screamed, his body began to twist, his mind shattered by the horrors he witnessed.
The last thing Emily saw was the sheriff's face, now a grotesque parody of its former self.
Ravenswood remained, a ghost town shrouded in an eternal, eldritch mist.
*They Are Not Human*
In the sleepy town of Ravenswood, nestled in the heart of the Appalachian Mountains, a sense of unease settled over its residents. It began with small changes: a neighbor's smile seemed slightly off, a coworker's laughter sounded hollow, and the local shopkeeper's eyes appeared... different.
At first, no one suspected a thing. But then, people started vanishing.
Sheriff Jameson received a frantic call from Emily Wilson, pleading for help. Her husband, John, had been acting strangely. "He's not himself," she begged.
Jameson arrived at the Wilsons' to find John sitting calmly on the couch, his eyes black as coal. The sheriff's gut twisted; something was horribly wrong.
"John, what's going on?" Jameson asked.
John's response sent chills down the sheriff's spine: "I've been waiting. The others will come."
As Jameson watched, John's body began to contort, his limbs twisting like rubber. His face elongated, revealing razor-sharp teeth.
"You see, Sheriff," John hissed, "they are not human."
More townsfolk transformed, their bodies morphing into grotesque, inhuman forms. Jameson realized that Ravenswood was under invasion.
One fateful night, the sheriff and Emily fled into the woods, pursued by the unholy horde. As they ran, the trees seemed to writhe and twist, their branches grasping like skeletal fingers.
A clearing appeared, and in its center stood an ancient, glowing portal. The creatures, now unmasked, closed in.
Jameson and Emily stumbled backward, toward the portal. As they crossed the threshold, the sheriff felt an otherworldly energy course through his veins.
On the other side, they found an eerie landscape of twisted, crimson rock. A figure awaited them – an abomination with eyes that burned like supernovas.
"Welcome, Sheriff," it spoke, its voice a symphony of screams. "You'll join the chorus. They are not human... and neither are you."
As Jameson screamed, his body began to twist, his mind shattered by the horrors he witnessed.
The last thing Emily saw was the sheriff's face, now a grotesque parody of its former self.
Ravenswood remained, a ghost town shrouded in an eternal, eldritch mist.
