on a regular and seemingly average day, the ground opened, separated and sunk. in a matter of moments, a large gaping hole appeared in the middle of a completely normal suburban street. This occurrence would be both noticeable and inexplicable.
hissing steamy green mist snaked out of the huge hole and as it cleared, creatures of the night began to crawl up and out. these were the ghouls that had never seen the light of day in a human world (because some creatures are confined to the underworld for good reason).
the lid to the (literal) pandora's box of death had been blown off and although they (unsuspecting humans) didn't know it yet, soon they would see.
chaos and mayhem was on the prowl and would bring a world of hurt with it.
By the rivers dark
Where I could not see
Who was waiting there
Who was hunting me
Then he struck my heart
With a deadly force
And he said
This heart: It is not yours
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