The Choir
They won't stop. Even with my brother here they won't stop. But he doesn't hear them. No one hears them. Except me. And they keep talking. Whispering at me. Taunting me.
I feel sick. The grey on my arms is growing and I don't know why. I don't think I bruised them. I don't remember bruising them.
- A Charitable Life
The Choir can take the form of a blur in the corner of your eye or a second shadow or the gray fungus on the wall. They manipulate sound, changing people's words to suit their own agenda. They drive people to suicide or worse.
If someone becomes infected with their fungus, it will grow inside them, driving them mad. These are called Grayskins, due to the fungus growing on their flesh.
I feel sick. The grey on my arms is growing and I don't know why. I don't think I bruised them. I don't remember bruising them.
- A Charitable Life
The Choir can take the form of a blur in the corner of your eye or a second shadow or the gray fungus on the wall. They manipulate sound, changing people's words to suit their own agenda. They drive people to suicide or worse.
If someone becomes infected with their fungus, it will grow inside them, driving them mad. These are called Grayskins, due to the fungus growing on their flesh.