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Shadow Usul Trick-or-Treat Bag
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You find a book along with the bag!
This book has no title. Its jet-black cover and warped binding are inscribed with strange symbols that hurt your eyes if you stare at it too long. The pages are illegible except for one hastily scribbled note.
Until the end of my days, I will never forget the night it came.
We had heard whispers of something evil on the edge of the Haunted Woods, but our elders had told us to remain calm and that this threat would pass; surely, there was safety in numbers.
Then the disappearances started.
Curfew was imposed, and nobody was allowed to wander at night alone.
It didn't stop.
A council was hastily convened, and it was determined that there was no other choice but to make a stand. We would gather at the next new moon when Kreludor's face was hidden. Preparations were made, and the whole village readied itself.
If only we could have understood what we truly faced.
We knew it had arrived when we could see the breath condense before our faces on what had -- just moments ago -- been a warm summer evening. A deathly cold snap seized the air, the breeze itself seemingly fracturing under the onset of an otherworldly chill.
We had set torches to light the wooden palisades surrounding the village square, hoping that the warmth of the burning braziers would deter it: a light against the darkness.
We were wrong.
Huddled together for warmth and safety, we gaped in abject horror as the torches were snuffed out, one by one. Silence gripped the air, and not one of us dared to move.
Slowly, inevitably, a shadow began to coalesce, its suffocating gloom covering us in an impenetrable barrier that was devoid of all light.
All living things know darkness, but this was not darkness. This was pure nothing.
I stood paralysed in terror as the final glimmer of illumination was siphoned away from my sight, leaving me utterly blind. Even sound seemed stifled in this place; my frantic pleas for help barely left my mouth as more than a gasped whisper.
All was still, like the calm before the storm.
And then - there in the darkness - two eyes appeared, their pupils like cosmic maelstroms.
Our gazes met, and I stared into the void.
I remember nothing after that moment.
When I came to, it was the morning, and I was alone. My friends, my family, the entire village: they were all gone, like they had never existed in the first place. I searched and searched, and when I could search no longer, I left that forsaken place and never returned.
This memory is why I live in fear. Those eyes are the source of my nightmares.
I will write its name here because I dare not speak it aloud:
"Shadow Usul."