In a secluded village surrounded by dense, ancient forests, there was a legend that had been passed down for generations. It spoke of a cursed entity that roamed the woods, known only for its insatiable hunger and the terrifying sound of its mouth drooling incessantly. Most villagers dismissed it as mere folklore, but some claimed to have heard the eerie, wet noises echoing through the night.
One fateful evening, a group of young adventurers, eager to prove their bravery, decided to venture into the forest. They laughed and joked, confident that the stories were nothing more than superstition. As they walked deeper into the woods, the trees grew taller and the shadows darker. The air was thick with an unsettling silence, broken only by the occasional rustling of leaves.
It was then that they heard it¡ªa low, guttural sound, like the dripping of thick, viscous liquid. The group froze, their laughter replaced by nervous glances. They tried to convince themselves it was just an animal, but the sound grew louder, closer. Panic set in as they realized they were not alone.
They began to run, their footsteps pounding against the forest floor. But the sound of mouth-drooling followed them, growing more intense with each step. Branches cracked under their feet, and the darkness seemed to close in around them. Suddenly, one of the adventurers tripped and fell, landing hard on the ground. The others tried to help, but it was too late.
A massive, shadowy figure emerged from the darkness, its eyes glowing with a sinister light. The sound of drooling was now deafening, and the group could see the thick, dark fluid dripping from its massive jaws. It was the cursed entity, and it was hungry. The adventurers screamed, but their cries were drowned out by the relentless sound of the drooling.
Only one of them managed to escape, forever haunted by the memory of that night. The forest remained silent once more, but the legend of the mouth-drooling nightmare lived on, a chilling reminder of the horrors that lurked in the shadows.
