And the Hallowe’en posts continue!
Through the halls, they carry their messages with them. Not their messages, exactly, but everyday words or footsteps or screams. They like slamming doors, and musical notes and whispers. They love whispers.
Wooden floors, marble floors, and large cavernous spaces… they lurk in corners, waiting for something to carry. They do it well.
Hauntingly well.
Invisible sound wraiths run carrying shadows of sounds with them.
The Echoes are always waiting… always watching.



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