Elliot spoke without thinking.A story from childhood. Harmless. Mundane.
But the room reacted.
The silhouettes stilled.
The pressure eased.
“They like this,” the voice murmured.
Elliot realized something.
“They feed on stories.”
“Yes.”
“And if I stop?”
“They feed on you.”
That was enough motivation.
Elliot kept talking.
Minutes passed. Or hours. Time felt distorted.
Eventually, a new sound interrupted him.
A knock.
From inside the walls.
Elliot froze mid-sentence.
“Don’t acknowledge it,” the voice warned.
The knock came again.
Closer.
“Who’s there?” Elliot asked before he could stop himself.
The entire studio went silent.
The red light dimmed.
The voice whispered:
“You’ve invited it.”
Source: Some or all of the content was generated using an AI language model
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