THE SHADOW CHASERS

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JAMES VERSUS GAMES

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Published on August 30, 2025 12:00:00 AM ● Video Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WePV1AfG6zg

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Walls warp and shift, faces appear, a thousand eyes ignite my fear.
Grinning wide from every crack, no turning 'round, there's no way back.

The wallpaper breathes, a twisted grin, where do these phantom figures begin?
Illusions bloom, a hazy spell, caught in this self-made, waking hell.

Then from the floorboards, cold and deep, the silent Shadow People creep.
Rising slowly, dark and thin, the omnipresent nightmare within.

No flesh, no form, just hungry void, by their dark presence, I'm destroyed.
They line the ceiling, fill the air, a chilling legion, everywhere.

Heart's a drum solo, wild and fast, a frantic sprint, too good to last.
Running blind through empty halls, as silent whispers turn to calls.

Each step a gasp, each breath a plea, as faceless horrors follow me.
My lungs on fire, mind ablaze, lost in this terrifying maze.

They're always closer, right behind, consuming every thought I find.
A cold despair begins to spread, the only path is straight ahead.

No sanctuary, nowhere to hide, the walls are closing in inside.
A venomous loathing, sharp and deep, for this torment that I must keep.

Their heavy presence suffocates, as fragile sanity evaporates.
They're in my pores, they taint the air, a living hell, woven everywhere.

My mind's a prison, fear the key, a desperate plea for liberty.
But freedom fades, they close the gaps, caught in their omnipresent traps.

The ground beneath me starts to crack, pulling me down, there's no way back.
Hands from the dirt, pale and cold, a story of terror, ages old.

They reach and grasp, with silent might, pulling me into endless night.
My legs are lead, my body weak, a final, guttural, silent shriek.

Faces emerge from swirling dust, corroding hope, corroding trust.
They're in my skin, they fill my veins, washing my thoughts with endless pains.

The world dissolves, a fractured pane, only their presence will remain.
Despair's dark wave, it pulls me under, a silent, soul-consuming thunder.

No light, no sound, just chilling dread, surrounded by the living dead.
Hallucinations take their toll, a fractured mind, a broken soul.

They are the air, they are the walls, responding only to my calls.
Fear and loathing, my sole companions, lost in these phantom-filled canyons.