The thing is coming for you

The Smiling Flesh

The silence is never truly empty. Every sound you make travels. Your footsteps. A chain you brushed past in the dark. A door you left open behind you. None of it is scripted. It listens, it goes to where the noise came from, and it searches. It opens doors. It checks the places you would hide. But it gives itself away too. It breathes. It drags its feet. It makes one sound when it finds your trail and a different o