The angry terror comes at night pressing on your chest, stopping your heart, and swallowing your very soul if you are afraid and give in to her jealous pull of hateful energy. Born of the same clay of Adam. Made the first wife of man, betrayed, cursed, and even forgotten by history. Some think she is The Spirit of the Tree or the Night Hag, but she is older than any angel or demon or even love itself. She is the creator of hatred, jealousy, and nightmares.
When she comes to you, you'll try to scream, but your lungs will be empty. When you try to move, you will feel the weight of a thousand souls pressing down on your chest. Your entire body will be paralyzed. You won't even be able to close your eyes. She'll look straight past your glaze and into your soul as she draws it out of you.
The Japanese mountains have Kodama that will creepily delay your echo. They are angry souls living in trees. Lilith was an angel before she was a demon and gave birth to the trees. She hates us all for what we’ve done to them. We cut them down. Burn them cooking food or for staying warm. Build our homes of them. Thoughtlessly breathe their fresh air. Never do we give thanks to the tree. To the Kodama. To Lilith. Shame on us. Shame on us all. When she comes for you tonight. Remember... You deserve it.
