As I've described before, their house looms at the end of the street, casting an erie red glow onto the mangled jungle they must call a front lawn. Though their real life appearances have been few, and very brief, they can come out into the sunlight without spontaneously combusting. It's always been as if this house has eyes, watching silently for the next soul it can devour. It is said that the patrons are hollow, soulless beings, with eyes that can see into the depths of your mind. They can smell fear, and run the most successful ring of ice-cream trucks in the Utah Valley. Naturally, we avoid the place at all costs, because we might not be an extremely superstitious group, but they just flat out scare us. Especially because of the newest addition.
Those windows that glow red have always been decorated with pentagrams and other demonic symbols. Apparently, though, the patrons thought that they needed to impose their creeping nature on the neighborhood even more, because they have begun to host a demon. It hangs in their window, ragged and worn, smiling down on the innocent passerby as if plotting their eminent death. It's arms are spread apart, calling the lost souls to it's presence, hoping to gain energy to regain it's strength.
We think it's plotting to overtake these satanic settlers, and wreak havoc on the land of Lehi. But that might just be us. . . what do you think?
Moments Like These
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