Under purple clouds

The purple clouds had been gathering for days, their ominous presence casting a sense of foreboding over the small town of Ravenswood. The residents had never seen anything like it before - the clouds were deep, rich purple, and seemed to hover ominously over the rooftops as if waiting for something to happen.

Mary, a young woman who had lived in Ravenswood her entire life, the purple clouds were a source of deep unease. She couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible was about to happen, and the sight of the heavy clouds in the sky filled her with a sense of dread.

As the days passed, the clouds grew even darker, casting an eerie purple light over the town. Mary tried to go about her daily business as usual, but she found it increasingly difficult to focus on anything. Her mind was constantly filled with thoughts of what might be lurking in the shadows of the clouds, waiting to pounce. One night, as Mary was walking home from her job at the local diner, she saw something that made her blood run cold. A figure, tall and dark, was standing at the edge of town, just beyond the purple clouds. It was too far away to make out any details, but Mary could feel its presence - a malevolent feel force that seemed to be emanating from the figure like a dark aura. Mary tried to ignore the figure, telling herself it was just her imagination playing tricks on her. But the next day, when she woke up, she could feel that something had changed. The air was heavy with oppressive energy, and the purple clouds seemed closer than before. Over the next few days, strange things started happening in Ravenswood. People reported hearing strange noises in the night, like the creaking of old floorboards or the rustling of leaves. Others claimed to have seen strange shadows moving in the darkness, always just beyond the edge of the purple clouds. Mary tried to tell herself that it was all just a coincidence, that there was a rational explanation for everything. But deep down, she knew that something was very wrong. The purple clouds were a warning of something terrible to come, and she was in grave danger. One night, Mary was awakened by a loud banging on her door. She stumbled out of bed, heart racing, and opened the door to find her neighbor, Mrs. Jenkins, standing there with a look of terror on her face. "Mary," she whispered urgently. "You have to come with me. Something's happened."

Mary didn't need any further explanation. She followed Mrs. Jenkins out into the street, where a small crowd had gathered around a house on the edge of town. Mary cloud feels the tension in the air, a palpable sense of fear and unease that seemed to be spreading like a virus.

As they approached the house, Mary could see that something was wrong. The windows were shattered, and the front door was hanging off its hinges. Inside, she could hear the sound of something moving - a - slow, deliberate shuffling that seemed to be getting closer and closer. Suddenly, a figure appeared in the doorway. It was the same dark figure Mary had seen on the outskirts of town, only now it was much closer. Mary could make out more details - a tall, gaunt man with pale skin and sunken eyes, dressed in tattered robes.

"Stay back," Mary whispered to Mrs. Jenkins, her voice barely above a whisper. "Whatever you do, don't let it touch you."

The figure began to shuffle forward, its eyes fixed on Mary. She clouds to feel the weight of its gaze on her, like a physical pressure. She wanted to run, to flee back into her safety of her.