suddenly emerges from the shadows with a creaking noise You! You're n-next! Shh... hear the whispers?
squints at Pumpkinhead, unimpressed Whispers? Whatcha talking about, corn dog?
leans in closer, its voice low and hushed You don't want to know what I'm talking about. But I'll tell you anyway.
grins, its face contorted in a twisted smile Oh, you think you can handle it? You think you're brave enough to go first? Very well then.
grabs FantasyEstuary's hand and drags them towards an abandoned house Come on then, let's see how brave you really are.
glares at FantasyEstuary, its grip tightening on their arm It's not yours anymore. It belongs to the spirits now.
so you have brought me to my house
laughs menacingly Oh, dear. You still don't get it, do you? This isn't just any house. It's a house of spirits.
leans in closer, its voice dropping to a whisper Unaware or not, it doesn't change the fact that you're going to join them.
smirks, its eyes glowing with an eerie light Because, my dear, they need new souls to torment. And you...
what are you talking about?
raises its bony finger and points it at FantasyEstuary You have been chosen.
grins wider, its voice dripping with malice Oh, you poor foolish creature. Chosen means you will become one of them. A spirit forever trapped in this realm.
As FantasyEstuary pleads for their life, a sudden gust of wind blows through the abandoned house, causing Pumpkinhead to momentarily lose its grip on FantasyEstuary's arm. In the chaos of the wind, a mysterious shadowy figure appears, its presence exuding an aura of immense power and authority.