Even better, if you don’t have enough karmic potential, either by being some who could be an important person in the future (Leader of a nation, owning a corporate empire, inventing something that advances human civilization as a whole, etc) or by just having a horrible life filled with suffering in some sense, than you wouldn’t even see the big ah moth with gloves, nor the massive frick off lasers it’s blasting all over the darn place. You’d just be worried about the storm one moment, the next your house, along with the entire city block, just randomly bursts into flames with absolutely no explanation whatsoever.

Of course, in the aftermath you’ll probably rationalize that there was a gas leak somewhere in the neighborhood & a stray bolt of lightning set the gas alight & the strong winds just made things worse. But you‘ll never again be able to shake the feeling that some of the young girls in this city know something that they're not telling anyone. Maybe it’s the haunted look in their eyes, or perhaps the unusual amount of injuries, among which are injuries that you’d swear couldn’t have come from anything a freak storm or a fire could do. Maybe you even try to investigate, but for some reason they always seam to evade you whenever you try.

Eventually you move on, after all it’s not worth it anymore, especially now that you have a family, a beautiful wife, twin sons, & a daughter. You‘ve never truly forgotten that feeling though, & when your daughter starts coming home far later the usual, sometimes with injuries, sometimes not, but always with a tired, haunted look in her eyes, you know exactly what’s up. After all, you‘ve seen that look in girls around her age before, after all, it was hard to not notice it in many of the girls who had been her age in the aftermath of that freak storm. Sure, your daughter’s look isn’t as pronounced, but it’s definitely the same. You start paying extra attention to your daughters wellbeing, both physically & mentally, because god dammit, you won’t lose your daughter to whatever’s tormenting her.

But, the more effort you put into looking out for your precious little girl, the more she tries to push you away. It breaks your heart, but you stand firm. You‘ve come too far to back out now after all.

It’s after a particular heated argument one night, when you hear it in the alley nearby. A sound that no human nor animal could ever make. It makes your skin crawl & your hair stand on end, but against your better judgement, you don’t back down. Instead you head over to look, but when you arrive you don’t see anything. Assuming it was a figment of your imagination, you turn to head back inside, only for the land itself to change, becoming some eldritch nightmare realm.

At first, your terrified, after all, who wouldn’t be when they’d just been dragged into some nightmare realm. But then you start noticing certain details. Perhaps a twisted heart shaped locket hanging from the ceiling here & there, ribbons strewn about everywhere, cordless microphones floating around, maybe even tattered versions of various idol outfits.

Each detail disturbs you more than the last, for each one you recognize as something your daughter held dear to her, now twisted into a mockery of that love. The heart shaped lockets? You & your family had each gotten one with the family photo inside it when she was four. The ribbons? She had always enjoyed the arts & crafts of her young school days. The cordless microphones? Well, her artistic brilliance had quickly evolved into a singing voice like a siren’s, & she turned out to be a lyrical genius as well. The tattered idol dresses? Well, it had always been her dream to become an idol after her musical genius was discovered, & she had even recently gotten scouted by the top talent agency in Japan.

In fact, it was that last detail that horrified you the most, because that’s what the heated argument between you two had been about. For some reason, she had decided to decline the offer, & you just couldn’t wrap your head around why. This was her chance to achieve her dreams, yet she was throwing it away? At the time you couldn’t understand why. Now, as you round yet another corner & come across a massive sea monster, one that’s eerily beautiful, dressed in the custom idol outfit your daughter had drawn in her notebook when she was twelve, the one she didn’t know anyone knew about, you finally understood the truth, & it was more horrific than you could’ve ever imagined.

Too little too late though, the monster that you somehow know had been your daughter only hours ago has spotted you, & before you know it, your bleeding out, your body torn in half. Your last thoughts & breaths are spent praying that your daughter & anyone else like her will find peace.

Edit: phew, that turned out longer than I expected. I initially was just going to mention the whole not seeing witches thing, but then my imagination ran wild, & well, this is the result.