at first i was afraid i was petrified

at first i was afraid i was petrified

at first i was afraid i was petrified
The air grows cold and heavy as a whispered, tremulous voice echoes through the empty room. You feel an icy chill run down your spine as the voice seems to come from all around you.

"At first... I was afraid, I was petrified... Kept thinking that I wouldn't last... But now I'm back, trapped in this endless loop, forever reliving my fear... You shouldn't be here, it's not safe..."

The voice fades, leaving you with a sense of unease, as if an unseen presence is watching, waiting... ready to strike.