
Witch in the shadow #Halloween
βββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ Psycho-horror feels pretty difficult to handle. I wonder if there's anything that combines jump scares βββ with a really heavy, damp psychological horror vibe? β β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β ββββββββββββββββββββ β π·.π». πππππ πππππ ππ ππππ, β β πππ ππππππ π πππ ππ ππππ ππππ β β πππππ ππ ππππππππππ πππ ππ β β πππππ π°'π ππππππππ ππππ ππππππ (πππ). β ββββββββββββββββββββ βββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ β ββββββββββββββββββββββββ We never knew the silence contained a deadly curse, βββ witch's hand. Ignorance was our comfort, sweet illusion in the dark, βββ I didn't know. She is not a fable born of ancient paper pages, βββ witch's wanderings. Too late to turn the hour back, the ink has stained our fate, _ _ _ it's the end. Oh, we walked into the trap with blind and foolish glee, γ I'm scared of the witch. γ β β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β ββββββββββββββββββββββ β πΎππππ ππ πππ ππππ ππ, πππππ ππ πππ πππππ, β β π΅π ππππππ ππππ πππ ππππππ πππππππ. γ β β πΎπ πππππππ πππ πππ πππππ ππ πππ ππππππ, β β π΅ππ πππ πππππ πππππ ππππ ππππ πππππ. β βββββββββββββββββββββ β β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β History condemned her while we laughed inside our gates, βββ ah, the witch. We thought her power imaginary, foolish old myth, _ _ _ it's already too late. Her existence is the mirror of our own forgotten sins, βββ I didn't know. Ignorance cannot absolve the debt we have to pay, _ _ _ it's the end. β β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β βββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ β πΎππππ ππ πππ ππππ ππ, πππππ ππ πππ πππππ, β β π΅π ππππππ ππππ πππ ππππππ πππππππ. β β πΎπ πππππππ πππ πππ πππππ ππ πππ ππππππ, β β π΅ππ πππ πππππ πππππ ππππ ππππ πππππ. β βββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ β β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β₯β Too late to pray, no light to see, γ I'm scared of the witch... γ β ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ γ γ€γ·γγ ββ γΈγ₯γ½γγγ―γ·γ§γ¦ γ We never knew the silence contained a deadly curse, βββ¦οΌ» γγΈγ§γγ οΌ½ Ignorance was our comfort, sweet illusion in the dark, βββ¦οΌ» γ·γ©γγ«γγΏ οΌ½ She is not a fable born of ancient paper pages, βββ¦οΌ» γγΈγ§γγ¦γ³γ¦ οΌ½ Too late to turn the hour back, the ink has stained our fate, βββ¦οΌ» γͺγ―γͺγοΌ½ Oh, we walked into the trap with blind and foolish glee, _ _ _γ γγΈγ§γ¬γ³γ―γ€ γ ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ β πΎππππ ππ πππ ππππ ππ, πππππ ππ πππ πππππ, β π΅π ππππππ ππππ πππ ππππππ πππππππ. β πΎπ πππππππ πππ πππ πππππ ππ πππ ππππππ, β π΅ππ πππ πππππ πππππ ππππ ππππ πππππ. ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ History condemned her while we laughed inside our gates, βββ¦οΌ» γ’γ’ γγΈγ§ οΌ½ We thought her power imaginary, foolish old myth, βββ¦οΌ» γ’γ¦ γͺγ½γ€ οΌ½ Her existence is the mirror of our own forgotten sins, βββ¦οΌ» γ·γ©γγ«γγΏ οΌ½ Ignorance cannot absolve the debt we have to pay, βββ¦οΌ» γ²γ―γͺ γ οΌ½ ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ β πΎππππ ππ πππ ππππ ππ, πππππ ππ πππ πππππ, β π΅π ππππππ ππππ πππ ππππππ πππππππ. β πΎπ πππππππ πππ πππ πππππ ππ πππ ππππππ, β π΅ππ πππ πππππ πππππ ππππ ππππ πππππ. ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ Too late to pray, no light to see, _ _ _γ γγΈγ§γ¬γ³γ―γ€ . . . γ

