The room plunged into a suffocating, unnatural darkness.
"Who's there?!"
The mother shrieked, her voice high and thin, no longer commanding. She scrambled backward, clutching her shivering son against the bedframe.
"It's not real... it's not real..."
The darkness in the nursery became absolute, a thick, oily void that felt like being buried alive. Then, in the center of the room, Hoppy appeared. She wasn't just standing; she was hovering, her body twitching with the unnatural energy of Undead Endurance.
She drew in a breath that sounded like wind howling through a graveyard and unleashed a scream so powerful it shattered the remaining light fixtures. The sound waves hit the mother like a physical blow, the sheer frequency of the shriek causing the woman's ears to leak thin trails of blood.
