Warning: horror and unreality themes ahead

[ The following is a transcript of an interview with one (Y/n) (L/n). (Y/n) was concerned of something stalking them within their own home. And when inspected, authorities found nothing. ]

It was getting louder

The scratching in the walls

At first, I thought it was just my imagination.

I was an avid viewer of multiple analog horror projects, after all.

Surely they just must had been getting to me.

And then, one night

One dreadful night

I saw it.

It was lingering over me.

Just staring at me with its unblinking eyes, hands hovering over the sides of my face. Not quite touching, but just enough to where I could feel it brushing against the fuzz of my cheeks.

I couldn't move

Like I was handcuffed to the mattress itself, forced to stare into its eyes.

It's cold, unblinking eyes.

It spoke to me.

"Congratulations. Your audition has been accepted."

And just like that, it vanished.

For the next few weeks, these crumpled notes would always show up on my computer desk.

Requesting various assets and sound files.

They were always addressed to "my muse."

And if I did well, it would stay out of my dreams

And the scratching would lower to a whisper

But

If I didn't do well

If I didn't meet the requirements or deadlines it had set for me

It would—

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[ For the next few weeks, authorities would give (Y/n) wellness checks, to make sure their mental health wasn't deteriorating any further. ]

[ (Y/n) has been missing for six months as of this recording. ]

[ Their apartment was left untouched, almost as if they just got up and vanished. ]

[ The only thing of note was this sketch found on the floor in the kitchen. ]

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