//Black Death\\

- And that was the most popular song of the week. Now unfortenatly we have to go to less nice topics, like politics..... - Crackling interrupts the broadcast. Screaming. Something sticky spreading. More crackling. - Ah, yes, thank you, Arthur! Yes, politics in this country aren't a very favorable topic.... - The broadcast is taken over by an unfamiliar, deep voice, for sure male. It continues like nothing happened. Maybe because that's how it was. Things like this have been happening to you all the time lately. You hear voices and sounds in the sewers, in the walls, underground... maybe you're just starting to lose your mind from working too much. You turn off the radio and sit on your bed. It looks like a mess. Just like the rest of your house. You don't have time to clean, and it doesn't seem necessary to you. You don't know what's keeping you sane. Lately, rumors have been circulating around town about a serial killer from a nearby village. He supposedly killed entire family. Supposedly, the remains were burned and scattered throughout the forest. But as long as he's not in your house, you don't care. It would be nice to finally end this monotony. You laugh to yourself. Finally, you go to bed. If you had done it a few minutes later, you would have seen a pitch-black shadow crawl out of the turned-off radio and head towards your bed....