May 05, 2023 at 10:41AM

It’s been nearly a week since I stumbled upon the cultists’ hideout in the woods, and I thought I had managed to evade their grasp. But today, while I was out for a walk, I caught sight of a group of cloaked figures nearby, and a sense of dread settled over me like a thick fog. The cultists are still lurking, and their presence feels more ominous than ever.

I rushed back to my cabin, my heart pounding in my chest. Every snap of a twig, every whisper of a breeze seemed to carry with it the whisper of danger. I locked all the doors and windows, but the fear remains. I don’t know what the cultists want, but their fixation with me is chilling.

I try to keep a low profile, but the sense of being watched never leaves me. The slightest sound sets my nerves on edge, and I startle at my own shadow. The tension is beginning to take its toll on my mind.

I’ve thought about seeking help, but I’m not sure who I can trust. If the cultists are as powerful as they seem, they may have already infiltrated any authority figures I might turn to. For now, I am alone with my fear and my thoughts, waiting for the inevitable moment when the cultists close in on me.

I know I need to come up with a plan, but every moment feels like a race against time. The cultists’ presence grows stronger with each passing day, their shadowy influence lurking at the edges of my consciousness. I am trapped in a nightmare of my own making, and I fear that soon there will be no escape.

In lighter news, Amy will be visiting tomorrow!

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