[ CW ] In five sentences , tell a horror story .

Our tormentors are watching us from the void, squealing and clicking in a language that sounds inhuman and ancient, and they are taking us one at a time. 
 
 My remaining companions are saying now that they understand what is being spoken, and that the creatures only want to help us and I should trust them. 
 
 One of them smiles wide, and enthusiastically he insists that if I just listen to the whispers of the creatures, that if I let them into my heart, then I will understand. 
 
 To the cheering of the others he begins to wander out into the darkness, laughing and shedding his clothing, never to be seen again. 
 
 When he is gone, those who remain all turn their heads and gape at me expectantly.
