𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞

Something's off about this dark and hollow hallway. There's something sending chills down my spine, something cold and empty creeping from inside of me. What is this dark magic? Something happened here, I just know of it, and no one else can tell. No one thinks twice about the rather dark blood stains in the corner of the room, no one bats a glance at the crooked painting and misplaced bricks in the wall. Or are they misplaced? Everything has a purpose. Everything has a reason. One just has to look close enough to be able to find it, and I know we'll find it.