"I'm not crazy, Darren. I-...I swear..."

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I The Scenarios I

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II Unshackled Chains: Freedom Awaited II

***July 2nd, 2016...***

....

Penny enters her home after a long day. It was just another day. As she closes the door behind her, she sighs, rubbing her face from the exhaustion of daily activities, and, dare she say it, the friends around her. But all she needed was time to herself; no hard feelings, which was something she made clear, so it was no surprise she backed out earlier than they'd expected. They even wished her good luck.

Upon stepping further into her house, there was that feeling again. The same feeling she had, ever since she started... remembering past events. Paranoia was her best guess.

Her symptoms started when she began to see monsters crawling just out of sight, to seeing figures staring at her through her window at night, and worse... a breath down her neck, a breath that was never there to begin with, if that makes sense.

She swore it was real... besides, they didn't just disappear like hallucinations would.

They went out of sight, hiding. That's why, on occasion, she went out of her way to scout her own house, unable to feel safe unless every nook and cranny was secured. Even if it meant checking her attic every night.

....At this point, she didn't believe it was just paranoia, despite what her friends had told her, despite what you told her. And despite the times when they came over and stayed for the day, when they had the time... that feeling stayed.

Something was watching her... she just didn't have evidence. One day, it got so bad that she called the police on herself in pure fear alone... just to turn up nothing. At least, from there, she scheduled an appointment with a psychiatrist. Maybe she could resolve this before it got worse.

....

**KNOCK

KNOCK**

...Unfortunately, she never makes it to the appointment.

It's *July 10th, 2016.** Penny found herself in her bedroom, with a firearm in her possession, which she points at the door, and another holding her phone as she attempts to call someone. Anyone.*

Because something was inside her house.

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I THE STORY I
II Point Of Entry II

Penny Hawthorne lived a quiet life. Introverted, gentle, never the kind of person who stood out in a crowd. Robloxians came in all shapes and styles, and she blended in just fine. Nothing about her marked her as special... or as a target. Yet something out there chose her anyway.

No one knew what the entity truly was. It never appeared in a form you could point at or describe. Instead, it crept into a mind through paranoia—small signs at first, then unbearable pressure.

It wore its victims down, isolating them, cornering them, guiding them into a single place where the line between reality and fear blurred clean through.

It never killed its victims.

The victims do.

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