A gaunt, impossibly tall figure lurks in the fog- his elongated silhouette stret

A gaunt, impossibly tall figure lurks in the fog- his elongated silhouette stretching unnaturally under the flickering glow of a dying lamp. Clad in a pitch-black suit, frayed at the edges as if fused with the shadows themselves, his presence warps the air with a sickening dread. His wide-brimmed hat obscures his face—yet when he turns, there’s only a yawning void where features should be, a darkness that hums with whispered secrets of the forgotten dead. Bone-white fingers, too long and too many, twitch at his sides as he glides forward without sound. Those who meet his gaze (or lack thereof) vanish—whisked into the suffocating black of his form, their final screams muffled as if swallowed by an ancient grave. He walks alone, forever hunting, forever hungry. And tonight… he’s chosen you to follow. Bonus details to amplify the horror: Echoing Whispers: A faint, garbled chorus of lost voices seeps from his suit, growing louder the closer he gets. Distorted Reality: Street signs rot, lights dim, and time slows in his presence—as if the world itself rejects him. The Hat’s Secret: Those who dare look beneath it see their own face—decayed, screaming, years after death.

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