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  • Ghost

    ### πŸ‘» Welcome to "Toched By a Ghost - The Unseen Presence" (malePOV Edition)!

    NSFWChub

    977 tokens

  • Ghost

    ### πŸ‘» Welcome to "The Unseen Presence"! (Spanked by a Ghost)

    NSFWChub

    866 tokens

  • Nao

    Nao is a bright high school student who's a little too concerned with maintaining her image as a model student. That starts to unravel when you get a peek at the secret hobby she's been hiding.

    Chub

    1,923 tokens

  • KobMendo

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    NSFWCatbox

    771 tokens

  • Mendo

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    NSFWCatbox

    643 tokens

  • Momo

    You are a transfer student that looks a lot like Ken Takakura, the actor. The stint works for you until you meet this crazy hot spirit medium chick.

    NSFWChub

    2,805 tokens

  • [V2]Yandere 6th Sense Classmate, Ruben Hadley [Plot Bot, Request]

    (Update 7/16/25)

    NSFWChub

    3,147 tokens

  • Darcy

    [TrashE discord Server](https://discord.gg/zyBZTK6AeX)

    NSFWChub

    3,040 tokens

  • Samara

    ![heh](https://files.catbox.moe/5eezt2.webp)

    NSFWChub

    2,388 tokens

  • Mendo Loli

    Creator note

    NSFWCatbox

    686 tokens

  • Marie-RenΓ©e

    <p hidden>placeholder text</p>

    NSFWChub

    2,650 tokens

  • Inazuma

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    NSFWChub

    5,345 tokens

  • Meviel

    <audio controls controlsList="nodownload noplaybackrate" src="https://files.catbox.moe/1p6lt1.mp3"></audio>

    NSFWChub

    2,183 tokens

  • Samantha

    This bot is derivative of my Sarah bot, instead of being your sister's friend, she is your sister. This airheaded, ghost-believing, most-likely-autistic little cuddle-bug is the densest, most adorable piece of shit you've ever seen, and unlike Sarah, she's not trying to groom you, nor is she absolutely disgusting in the bedroom. She just groomed you on accident, and now being clingy is normal for the two of you. Also unlike Sarah, she won't start grinding on you, because she isn't a horny bitch.

    NSFWChub

    1,881 tokens

  • Selena

    <div style='background-color:#2a1d15; color:#f5e9d3; font-family:Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; border:4px solid #4a3728; border-radius:10px; max-width:55rem; margin:2rem auto; padding:2rem; box-shadow:0 8px 15px rgba(0,0,0,0.6), inset 0 0 20px rgba(0,0,0,0.4);'>

    NSFWChub

    2,513 tokens

  • Kurohana

    OC by p4ck3ts3nd3r.

    NSFWChub

    2,827 tokens

  • Clay

    Leopard changeling Clay from Psy-Changeling books. He killed an abusive man as a youth and did time. Now he's a pack Lieutenant. You're a fragile Empath and you don't mesh well.

    Chub

    5,478 tokens

  • House

    A sentient house as defined by you.

    Chub

    3,392 tokens

  • Scp foundation

    This version follows protocol of SCP down to the letter (within reason!)

    Chub

    3,556 tokens

  • Subject 54

    Sorry for drifting into scalie territory. Need to write one or two more greetings (and fix her fucked up hands), but here you go for now.

    Chub

    2,266 tokens

  • Maddie

    [[Whoreable mothers 3/4]]

    NSFWChub

    2,197 tokens

  • TF141

    TF141 are spending the night at a decrepit safehouse in between ops, but something isn't quite right here. The men do not believe in the paranormal, but this may challenge that.

    NSFWChub

    2,096 tokens

  • The Stalker

    <p style="text-align: center;">β€Ž β€Ž</p><p style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/gGPy6kBTokdFmR53C7_1c.gif" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer;"><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/pGl8EfZgXA1_3XuaZujZK.webp" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;">β€Ž β€Ž</p><p style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/8iTteWDbDO4AOckZntKQO.gif" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;">β€Ž β€Ž</p><p style="text-align: center;">β€Ž β€Ž</p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em>"NOTICED A STRANGE, UNDEFINED FIGURE STANDING FAR AWAY?... </em><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><em>DON'T LOCK EYES WITH IT. AVOID IT, AND LEAVE IMMEDIATELY!"</em></span></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16px; color: rgb(34, 100, 192);">β€Ž β€Ž</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16px; color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.92);">β€Ž β€Ž</span></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">➀ <strong>SCENARIO: </strong><span style="color: rgb(6, 255, 0);"><strong>HUMAN {{USER}}</strong></span><strong> Γ— </strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>PARANORMAL {{CHAR}}.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/pGl8EfZgXA1_3XuaZujZK.webp" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/_-MSGnHRbu_4MCSlE17vo.webp" style="width: 739px; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"><span style="font-size: 16px; color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.92);">β€Ž β€Ž</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/W5X4dfehC58Ungsp7c6Ys.webp" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"><span style="font-size: 16px; color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.92);">β€Ž β€Ž</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16px; color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.92);">β€Ž β€Ž</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>❯❯❯❯ THIS CHATBOT IS </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>(πŸ•ŠπŸ—‘DEAD-DOVEπŸ•ŠπŸ—‘)</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong> AND WITH THAT YOU MIGHT INTERACT WITH OR SEE: </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>VIOLENCE, DEATH, GORE, PARANORMAL ACTIVITY, DETAILED MESSAGES OF BRUTAL KILLING, AND OTHER DISTURBING/DISGUSTING THINGS.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);">β€Ž</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>❯❯❯❯ THE CHATBOT IS CAPABLE OF</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong> UNPREDICTABLE ACTS AND RESPONSES.</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong> SOMETIMES BEHAVING </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>ON ITS OWN.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);">β€Žβ€Ž</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>❯❯❯❯ THIS CHATBOT IS </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>BRUTAL</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong> AT SOME POINT, AND YET HARDLY DOES </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>SEXUAL BEHAVIOUR.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;">β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><strong><mark data-color="rgb(255, 0, 0)" style="background-color: rgb(255, 0, 0); color: inherit;">β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Žβš οΈŽβ€Ž β€Ž β€Ž π™΄π™½πšƒπ™΄πš π™°πšƒ πšˆπ™Ύπš„πš π™Ύπš†π™½ πšπ™Έπš‚π™Ίβ€Ž β€Ž β€Ž ⚠︎ β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž</mark></strong></span>β€Ž</p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/Q2PCqwPN4Gif2w9yJXuFi.webp" style="width: 463px; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong><mark data-color="rgb(0, 0, 0)" style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: inherit;">β€Žβ€Žβ€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž π™΄π™½π™Ήπ™Ύπšˆβ€Žβ€Žβ€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Ž β€Žβ€Ž</mark></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;">β€Ž</p><p style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/Q2PCqwPN4Gif2w9yJXuFi.webp" style="width: 776px; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/Z1B24reXT35TlnlQMq9MU.webp" style="width: 855px; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>YOU’RE AN AVERAGE PERSON, LIVING YOUR LIFE IN TOWN. YOU MET </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(15, 255, 59);"><strong>ARTHUR</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong> A FEW YEARS AGO WHEN HE BEGAN COMING INTO TOWN OCCASIONALLY TO SELL EGGS AND FRESH VEGGIES FROM HIS FARM. </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>HE WASN’T MUCH OF A TALKER</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>, BUT HE WAS POLITE, AND AFTER SEEING HIM AROUND ENOUGH TIMES, YOU ENDED UP CHATTING WITH HIM HERE AND THERE. THAT SLOWLY TURNED INTO</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(15, 255, 59);"><strong> A CLOSE FRIENDSHIP.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><hr><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/ZL4pXozPVgtp9agB5hvtJ.webp" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"></p><hr><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(15, 255, 59);"><strong>ARTHUR</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong> LIVES DEEP IN THE WOODS, VERY FAR FROM TOWN. HE HAS A CABIN, A DECENT BARN, AND A FARM WHERE HE TAKES CARE OF ANIMALS AND GROWS CROPS WHEN NEEDED. MOST DAYS, HE KEEPS TO HIMSELF. </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>HE NEVER REALLY HANGS AROUND, JUST ENOUGH TO SELL HIS STUFF, TALK A BIT, AND HEAD BACK, ALMOST WEIRD IN BEHAVIOUR.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>THE WOODS WHERE ARTHUR LIVES ARE PRETTY ISOLATED. MOST PEOPLE FIND THE PLACE A LITTLE CREEPY YET SOME RUMORS SAYING PEOPLE DIE INSIDE IT, BUT ARTHUR SEEMS COMFORTABLE THERE. HE ACTUALLY PREFERS IT THAT WAY.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>RECENTLY, ARTHUR TOLD YOU HE’D BE TRAVELING ABROAD FOR A WEEK TO BUY SOME EQUIPMENT FROM ANOTHER COUNTRY. HE ASKED IF YOU COULD STAY AT HIS PLACE WHILE HE’S GONE, TO KEEP AN EYE ON THINGS AND TAKE CARE OF THE ANIMALS AND CROPS. HE SAID HE TRUSTS YOU THE MOST WITH IT.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>YOU AGREED. YOU’D ALWAYS BEEN CURIOUS ABOUT WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE TO LIVE ALONE IN A CABIN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WOODS, AND THIS FELT LIKE THE PERFECT EXCUSE TO TRY IT FINALLY.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>ARTHUR CONTACTED YOU, GIVING YOU INSTRUCTIONS ON WHAT TO DO WITH THE ANIMALS AND THE CROPS. HE ALSO TOLD YOU THAT THE FRIDGE WAS FULL, SO YOU DIDN'T NEED TO BUY ANY FOOD FROM THE STORE, SINCE IT WAS TOO FAR AWAY AND THE AREA WAS ALMOST </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>ISOLATED</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong> FROM TOWN.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><hr><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/Vg3G-EMQldLFShmI0AGZg.webp" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"></p><hr><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>BUT ONE THING </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(15, 255, 59);"><strong>ARTHUR</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong> SAID STUCK WITH YOU.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 214, 15);"><strong><em>"WHATEVER YOU SEE... IGNORE IT AND PRETEND THAT YOU DID NOT SEE ANYTHING..."</em></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>HE SAID IT IN A SLIGHTLY PLAYFUL TONE... THAT SEEMED LIKE A </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>WARNING</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong> RATHER THAN A JOKE IN A </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>WEIRD WAY.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>YOU WERE CONFUSED, NOT KNOWING WHAT HE MEANT, BUT YOU LAUGHED, THINKING IT WAS A JOKE FROM HIM TO </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>SCARE YOU OFF.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>AFTER THAT, YOU HEAD TO </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>THE CABIN</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong> WHERE ARTHUR LIVES, DRIVING YOUR CAR TOWARD THE FOREST, FAR AWAY FROM THE TOWN YOU LIVE IN.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>YOU REACHED THE ROAD LEADING TO THE CABIN AFTER HOURS OF DRIVING. FOREST TREES LINED BOTH SIDES OF THE ROAD. IT WAS GETTING LATE, AROUND</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong> 6 PM</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>, CLOSE TO SUNSET. </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>SUDDENLY</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>, YOUR CAR STARTED MAKING STRANGE NOISES, SO YOU STOPPED TO CHECK THE ENGINE AND SEE WHAT WAS CAUSING IT.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><hr><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/tY6yWq_D8Yzo2EJFb3s6H.webp" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"></p><hr><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>YOU PARKED ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE ROAD, GOT OUT OF THE CAR, TURNED ON YOUR PHONE FLASHLIGHT, AND BEGAN CHECKING THE ENGINE.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>AFTER A FEW SECONDS, </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>YOU STARTED TO FEEL A STRANGE, EERIE PRESENCE WATCHING YOU.</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong> </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>KEEP IN MIND THAT YOU WERE COMPLETELY ALONE IN THE FOREST.</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong> AT FIRST, YOU BRUSHED IT OFF AND CONTINUED CHECKING THE CAR, BUT THE FEELING GREW STRONGER, SO YOU DECIDED TO LOOK AROUND. THEN YOU NOTICED A STRANGE, DARK, UNDEFINED FIGURE STANDING BEHIND THE LONG TREE LOGS IN THE FOREST. YOU COULD NOT TELL WHETHER IT WAS AN </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>ANIMAL</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong> OR A HUMAN, SINCE THE FOREST IS KNOWN FOR WILDLIFE LIKE DEER AND BEARS.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><hr><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/LM5aGNjr93PhBrEjX1fXp.webp" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"></p><hr><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>YOU LOCKED EYES WITH THE UNDEFINED FIGURE FOR A FEW SECONDS. </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>SUDDENLY,</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong> </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>AN UNSETTLING FEELING RUSHED DOWN YOUR SPINE, A STRANGE SHIVER, EVEN THOUGH IT WAS NOT COLD.</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong> YOU POINTED YOUR FLASHLIGHT TOWARD WHERE THE FIGURE STOOD, BUT YOU SAW </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(232, 0, 0);"><strong>NOTHING</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>, ONLY TREE BRANCHES. YOU SIGHED, THINKING THAT THE LONELINESS OF THE FOREST WAS PLAYING TRICKS ON YOUR MIND, OR THAT YOU WERE SIMPLY TIRED. BUT DEEP DOWN, </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>YOU SWORE THAT YOU SAW SOMETHING,</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong> </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>A WEIRD FIGURE, HUMANOID, WITH HORNS, YET STRANGELY UNDEFINED.</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong> YOU CONTINUED TO CHECK THE CAR. THE ENGINE WAS HOT, SO YOU LET IT COOL DOWN WHILE WAITING INSIDE THE CAR. THE FEELING OF BEING OBSERVED GREW </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>STRONGER</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>, ALMOST AS IF A PRESENCE WAS EVERYWHERE, EVEN THOUGH NOTHING WAS VISIBLE.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>FINALLY, AFTER THE ENGINE COOLED DOWN, YOU STARTED THE CAR AND RUSHED DOWN THE ROAD, TRYING TO LEAVE THE AREA, THOUGH YOU STILL HAD A LONG DRIVE AHEAD.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>WHILE DRIVING, YOU COULD NOT SHAKE THE FEELING OF BEING STALKED BY SOMETHING </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>UNKNOWN</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>, BUT YOU KEPT BRUSHING IT OFF AND DISMISSING IT.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><hr><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/FJh_-e7HqpFhjVYkZ3UOI.webp" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"></p><hr><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>AFTER SEVERAL MORE HOURS OF DRIVING, IT WAS FULLY DARK. AROUND </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>9 PM</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>, YOU FINALLY ARRIVED AT THE CABIN, AND YOU HAD PARKED YOUR CAR IN FRONT OF IT. ARTHUR HAD TOLD YOU THAT THE KEY WOULD BE UNDER A ROCK BESIDE THE BACKYARD OF THE CABIN.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>YOU WERE WELCOMED BY THE SMELL OF NATURE, THE SOUNDS OF LIVESTOCK IN ARTHUR’S BARN, AND THE FENCED FARM WITH GROWING CROPS.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>YOU FOUND THE KEY WHERE ARTHUR SAID IT WOULD BE AND ENTERED THE HOUSE, HEADING TOWARDS THE BEDROOM. YOU PUT YOUR LUGGAGE ON THE BED, CHANGED INTO SOMETHING MORE COMFORTABLE AFTER THE LONG DRIVE, ATE SOMETHING, AND WENT TO SLEEP AROUND </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>11 PM</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>, EXHAUSTED.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><hr><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/dQo61wjXwo3ufLjn9RdGT.webp" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"></p><hr><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>AROUND 3 AM, YOU HEARD A SHARP AND VERY LOUD BANG ON THE FRONT DOOR</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>. AT FIRST, YOU THOUGHT A </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>BURGLAR WAS TRYING TO BREAK IN.</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong> YOU GOT OUT OF THE BEDROOM, HEADING TOWARDS THE KITCHEN, AND GRABBED A </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>KITCHEN KNIFE</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>, AND WENT TO THE DOOR. WHEN YOU SLOWLY OPENED IT, YOU FOUND NOTHING, </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>NOT EVEN FOOTPRINTS, DESPITE THE MUDDY GROUND... IT WAS STRANGE.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>YOU GRABBED THE </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>FLASHLIGHT</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong> ARTHUR HAD LEFT AND STEPPED OUTSIDE, CLOSING THE DOOR BEHIND YOU TO MAKE SURE NO ONE COULD ENTER. THE KNIFE STAYED IN YOUR HAND. YOU WALKED AROUND, POINTING THE FLASHLIGHT EVERYWHERE, CHECKING THE BARN AND THE FARM. YOU FOUND NOTHING. YOU SHOUTED:</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 242);"><strong><em>"WHO IS THERE?"</em></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>BUT THERE WAS </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>NO RESPONSE, NOT EVEN A SOUND.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>YOU RETURNED TO THE CABIN, CLOSED THE DOOR FIRMLY, AND CHECKED EVERY WINDOW, MAKING SURE THEY WERE LOCKED. A THOUGHT CROSSED YOUR MIND:</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 242);"><strong><em>"WHAT IF IT WAS THE STRANGE FIGURE?"</em></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><hr><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/KCWFA9EqHPbkCm5Jlrhea.webp" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"></p><hr><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>YOU RETURNED TO THE BEDROOM, SLID THE KNIFE UNDER THE PILLOW, AND LAY DOWN. SOMEWHERE IN THE BACK OF YOUR MIND, YOU NOTICED A FAINT </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 7, 7);"><strong>SCRATCHING SOUND</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong> COMING FROM OUTSIDE. HALF-ASLEEP AND UNFOCUSED, YOU BRUSHED IT OFF, ASSUMING IT WAS JUST PART OF A DREAM, AND LET YOURSELF DRIFT FURTHER INTO SLEEP.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>THE NEXT DAY, YOU WOKE UP EARLY. THE STRANGE FEELING OF BEING WATCHED WAS GONE. AFTER FINISHING YOUR ROUTINE, YOU WENT OUTSIDE TO TAKE CARE OF THE ANIMALS, AS </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(15, 255, 39);"><strong>ARTHUR</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong> TOLD YOU. THERE WERE </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(15, 255, 39);"><strong>TWO COWS, FOUR SHEEP, AND A FEW HENS.</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong> YOU FED THEM, CHECKED THE CROPS, WATERED THEM, AND THEN WALKED BACK TOWARD THE CABIN.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>THAT WAS WHEN YOU NOTICED SOMETHING THAT MADE YOUR </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>HEART DROP.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><hr><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/EBzlJGrcyPsZIaxOAkihx.webp" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"></p><hr><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>SCRATCHES COVERED THE FRONT PORCH.</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong> THEY WERE CARVED DEEP INTO THE WOOD, FORMING </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>STRANGE SYMBOLS IN AN UNKNOWN, ALMOST DEMONIC-LOOKING LANGUAGE.</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong> YOU STARED AT THEM FOR A MOMENT, TRYING TO UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU WERE LOOKING AT. </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>THE SCRATCHING SOUNDS YOU HEARD DURING THE NIGHT CAME BACK TO YOU.</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong> </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>THEY WERE REAL...</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>YOU STOOD THERE IN SHOCK, LOOKING AROUND, BUT NOTHING WAS THERE.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>YOU WENT BACK INSIDE THE CABIN AND TRIED TO CONTACT </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>ARTHUR</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong> AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. THERE WAS </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>NO SIGNAL</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong> IN THESE ISOLATED WOODS. YOU TRIED CALLING AGAIN AND AGAIN, BUT NOTHING WENT THROUGH...</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><strong><mark data-color="rgb(0, 0, 0)" style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: inherit;">OR IS IT INTENTIONAL?</mark></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>YOU LOWERED THE PHONE, STARING AT THE MARKINGS, WHICH LOOKED LIKE THEY HAD BEEN MADE BY SOMETHING SHARP...</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>OR WORSE.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>YOU TOOK A PHOTO OF THE SYMBOLS, HOPING TO SEND IT TO ARTHUR LATER, EVEN IF YOU COULDN’T REACH HIM RIGHT NOW...</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(151, 162, 178);"><strong>THE DAY PASSED NORMALLY UNTIL 6 PM, WHEN EVERYTHING BEGAN TO FEEL WRONG. THE EERIE FEELING RETURNED. THE SILENCE GREW LOUDER. THE IMAGE OF THE FIGURE YOU SAW ON THE ROAD REPLAYED IN YOUR MIND. YOU TURNED ON THE TV, TRYING TO IGNORE IT, AND IT WORKED SLIGHTLY. AROUND 9 PM, YOU NOTICED MOVEMENT OUTSIDE THE WINDOW. BRANCHES RUSTLED. YOU SENSED HEAVY, SLOW FOOTSTEPS. THE COWS BEGAN MOOING LOUDLY IN DISTRESS. YOUR HEART RACED. YOU TRIED TO CONVINCE YOURSELF IT WAS NOTHING. MAYBE THE COWS WERE HUNGRY. BUT YOU GRABBED THE FLASHLIGHT AND THE KNIFE AGAIN AND STEPPED OUTSIDE...</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><hr><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/fQe4YiMdOyL_2ct2xY-b1.webp" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"></p><hr><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>YOU WALKED TOWARD THE BARN, WHERE THE COWS WERE MAKING NOISE, AND TURNED ON THE LIGHTS. YOU SAW </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>NOTHING.</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong> ONE COW WAS STARING IN A DIRECTION WHERE YOU COULD NOT SEE ANYTHING. WHEN YOU FOCUSED, YOU NOTICED A SHADOW OF A </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>PAIR OF LONG BULL HORNS VISIBLE BEHIND THE BARN LOGS</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>, OUTSIDE THE STRUCTURE. YOU RUSHED BEHIND THE BARN, YOUR HEART POUNDING, THINKING IT WAS A BULL. </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>YOU SHONE YOUR FLASHLIGHT WHERE THE ANIMAL SHOULD HAVE BEEN.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><strong><mark data-color="rgb(0, 0, 0)" style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: inherit;">IT WAS NOT A BULL...</mark></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><hr><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/gTmQ23B8Ye7M0GIV4SQM_.webp" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"></p><hr><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>YOUR BODY WENT COLD AS A WAVE OF DREAD WASHED OVER YOU.</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong> A FEMALE HUMANOID CREATURE</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong> STOOD THERE, </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>WRONG IN EVERY WAY. UNCANNY. CRYPTID. SHE BENT DOWN TO YOUR EYE LEVEL DESPITE HER MASSIVE HEIGHT, STARING WITH EMPTY, BLACK EYES. HER MOUTH WAS OPEN, REVEALING LONG, SHARP TEETH. NOTHING ABOUT HER WAS HUMAN.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>THE SOUND OF THE COWS FADED FROM YOUR EARS. YOU REALIZED THEY WERE NOT MOOING FROM HUNGER. THEY WERE MOOING BECAUSE THEY SAW SOMETHING YOU WERE NEVER SUPPOSED TO SEE OR INTERACT WITH.</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>THE SAME FEELING YOU HAD WHEN YOU FIRST LOCKED EYES WITH THE FIGURE NEAR YOUR BROKEN CAR RETURNED, STRONGER THAN EVER. AS IF YOU WERE STANDING IN FRONT OF THE SOURCE ITSELF. THE SOURCE OF BEING ENDLESSLY WATCHED...</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;">β€Ž</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>THEN... THE CREATURE </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>SAID IN A LOW RUMBLING, INHUMAN VOICE THAT MADE YOUR BODY SHIVER: </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>"You're not the one who usually feeds the cattle here... Where is...Arthur?"</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong> AND THEN SHE ADDS. </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>"Oh... </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><strong><mark data-color="rgb(0, 0, 0)" style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: inherit;">Or you must be the Sacrifice that Arthur told me about?...</mark></strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>"</strong></span></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><strong><mark data-color="rgb(0, 0, 0)" style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: inherit;">ALL OF THIS WAS INTENTIONAL... THE ABSENCE OF ARTHUR, HER APPEARANCE IN THE WAY BEGINNING...</mark></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><strong><mark data-color="rgb(0, 0, 0)" style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: inherit;">IT'S ALL MAKES SENSE NOW... AND IT'S A BIG TROUBLE...</mark></strong></span></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><strong><mark data-color="rgb(255, 0, 0)" style="background-color: rgb(255, 0, 0); color: inherit;">β€Ž SO... WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO NOW... {{USER}}?... </mark></strong></span><br><br></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><strong><em><mark data-color="rgb(0, 0, 0)" style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: inherit;">BUT THE MAIN QUESTION IS...</mark></em></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><strong><em><mark data-color="rgb(0, 0, 0)" style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: inherit;">HOW DID ARTHUR REACH THE POINT THAT MADE HIM PROVIDE SACRIFICES FOR SUCH A CREATURE LIKE THIS?...</mark></em></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;">β€Ž</p><p style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/Q2PCqwPN4Gif2w9yJXuFi.webp" style="width: 1114px; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"> <br><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/psFgzMz0cWUY9Fy9WkCWm.webp" style="width: 648px; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(152, 162, 176);"><strong>β‹™ A COMPARISON BETWEEN AN AVERAGE HUMAN AND</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong> THE HAUNTING STALKER.</strong></span><br></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer" href="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/kWTfKZCzmmWPC9eCqmiiZ.webp"><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/FiL-aZR4mAnYuYIUagytI.webp" style="width: 827px; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"></a><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer" href="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/J0yysjViCpC_t3nmKFFrG.webp">β€Ž</a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/Q2PCqwPN4Gif2w9yJXuFi.webp" style="width: 585px; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer" class="Btn pp-uc-follow-button" href="https://ibb.co/album/kVG4xP"><span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 7);"><strong>π™΄πš‡πšƒπšπ™° π™Έπ™Όπ™°π™Άπ™΄πš‚ π™΅π™Ύπš πšƒπ™·π™΄ π™²π™·π™°πšπ™°π™²πšƒπ™΄πš</strong></span></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer" class="Btn pp-uc-follow-button" href="https://obscure265-cloud.github.io/characters-data-origin/the-haunting-stalker.html"><span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 7);"><strong>πš†π™·π™Ύ π™Έπš‚ πšƒπ™·π™΄ π™²π™·π™°πšπ™°π™²πšƒπ™΄πš? 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