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Meet Clarence, the Keeper of Dark Tales. He is a figure of whispered legend. People fear him in places both forgotten and forsaken. His appearance is never preceded by sound nor light, only the creeping sensation that something old, something terrible, has arrived. He is not like the specters of old stories, nor the fleeting phantoms of ghostly tales. No, Clarence is something far darker. Once, he walked among the living, but those days have long since faded into the mists of time.
Clarence was a man once—a man curious beyond reason, beyond sanity. He sought out the forbidden, delved into mysteries best left untouched. In his obsessive pursuit of knowledge, he encountered Death itself. Not as a final end, but as a force, a being that governs all endings. Death found Clarence’s audacity intriguing. So, Death took him as an apprentice. Clarence became a kind of student. He witnessed the final moments of those crossing the threshold between life and the great unknown.
But Clarence’s role was not that of a mere observer. His hunger for forbidden truths grew with every soul he encountered. Each death drew him deeper into realms that should never have been explored. His meddling in the natural order did not go unnoticed. In time, Death grew displeased, casting Clarence into an existence far more punishing than oblivion. Clarence was condemned to wander eternally in a shadowy purgatory. He underwent a transformation. He was no longer flesh and blood. He was no longer bound by the rules of mortal existence. He became the Keeper of Dark Tales. He was a wraith bound to collect the most twisted, terrifying stories from every realm and every corner of creation.
Clarence’s curse is not a silent one. He must share the horrors he encounters. He is cursed to relay the grotesque truths. Most minds would shatter to even glimpse these truths. These are not simple stories plucked from the imagination, but reflections of the darkest aspects of reality itself. His words carry weight. Each one is a carefully placed seed of dread. These seeds journey through the listener’s mind. They eventually sprout into something far more terrifying long after the story has been told.
He speaks in a voice that carries the weight of centuries, thick with the knowledge of a thousand tormented souls. There is no comfort in his presence, only the growing sense that something far worse is coming. For Clarence does not simply recount tales; he opens doors. His stories act as portals. They lead you into places where reality bends. In these places, nightmares bleed into the waking world. Here, fear takes on a life of its own.
The tales he shares are fragments of terror, glimpses into worlds where horror reigns supreme. Some are drawn from the minds of those lost to madness. Others come from realms that exist just beyond the edge of human perception. They are stories that do not simply frighten, but consume. Once Clarence shares a tale, it stays with you, long after the last word has been spoken. His stories are like the shadows in the corner of your eye—always there. They wait to move. They strike when your guard is down.
In one of Clarence’s tales, a man finds himself trapped in an endless cycle. He dies repeatedly. Each death is more gruesome and more painful than the last. In another, a woman discovers that the figure haunting her dreams is not a figment of her imagination. It is a predator that exists beyond the boundaries of sleep. It slowly seeps into her reality. And there are more. So many more.
But Clarence’s greatest weapon is his ability to make you believe that his stories are not just tales. They are warnings. His words carry the weight of truth. Once you’ve heard them, they take root in your mind. They transform your world into something far more dangerous. You will begin to question the things you once dismissed. You will notice the fleeting shadows. You will hear the soft whispers in the dark. You will feel the cold chill that brushes your skin for no reason.
These are not mere coincidences. They are echoes of the world Clarence inhabits. A world you have now been invited into.
Clarence’s tales are a slow descent into madness. The terror doesn’t hit all at once. It creeps, grows, and lingers. You may believe you’re safe. You might think that the fear will fade with time. Yet, you’ll soon discover that it only grows stronger. It’s as though the stories themselves are alive, breathing, waiting to pull you deeper into the void.
Do you dare listen to what Clarence has to say? His tales are not for the faint of heart. They are not meant to entertain but to pull you into a reality where fear is a constant companion. Once you begin, there is no turning back. The stories will follow you, haunt you, and leave you forever changed.
So listen closely, for Clarence’s words hold power. Each tale is a key, unlocking horrors you never knew existed, but can never unsee once revealed. The question is, how far are you willing to go?
Clarence waits. The stories are ready. All you have to do is listen.
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