🕯️ "The Nightly Storyteller Presents: “The Veneris Threshold

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🎙️ Intro — The Whisper Between Shadows

> Some nights, the darkness hums differently. Not the comforting hush of rain against the roof, but a pulse… something alive, waiting, patient.  
I can feel it in the floorboards beneath my feet, in the shiver crawling up my spine. Tonight, the shadows have teeth. And they’re reaching for me.

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🐒 Cryptid Spotlight: The Bukit Timah Monkey Man

If you ever wander the dense forests of Bukit Timah in Singapore, you might hear it first: a scream—not human, not quite animal. It echoes like a memory you never made, sharp and wet, slicing through the canopy.

Locals call it the Bukit Timah Monkey Man, a creature said to resemble a lanky, humanoid ape, standing roughly five feet tall, with mottled fur slick with dew and glowing eyes that pierce through the night like twin embers. Its limbs are too long, its gait too smooth—like something that learned to mimic human movement but never quite got it right.

Witnesses claim it moves silently through the trees, watching, studying… even following them home. Doors found ajar. Muddy prints on windowsills. A lingering smell of damp earth and copper.

Some say it’s a guardian of the forest, others a remnant of something older—something that remembers when humans were prey. I’ve always wondered: are cryptids merely animals lost to myth, or do they exist to remind us that something stranger, and infinitely patient, walks while we sleep?

Tonight, I think I found my answer… outside my own front door.

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📱 Interlude — The Mysterious Caller

Just before the knock, my phone buzzed. One message. No name. No number.

> “It’s not the Covenant you should fear. It’s what follows them.”

I didn’t open it. I didn’t need to. The air had already changed.

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🚪 The Door Scene — The Veneris Covenant

I opened the door expecting a routine night, perhaps a neighbor dropping by. Instead, there was them: the Veneris Covenant.

Their presence warped the air itself. The room felt heavier, the shadows deeper. I couldn’t see their face clearly—half-hidden by armor that pulsed like organic metal, veins of light crawling across its surface like bioluminescent scars.

> “We’ve watched,” the figure said. Voice calm, deliberate, almost intimate. “We know. And yet… we mean to help.”

Nyra stiffened behind me. Her eyes narrowed, suspicion and fear mirrored in her gaze.

> “Why would you do that?” I asked, my voice sounding small in the oppressive stillness.

> “It helps all three of us,” they replied. The words were a statement of fact, not a promise.

I remembered the last time “help” had come dressed in silver tongue and masked intentions. Disaster had followed.

> “Why should we trust you?” I pressed. “The last time this happened… bad things followed.”

A slow, almost imperceptible smile curved their lips—or maybe it was the mask.

> “Ah… the past is sticky, isn’t it? But the present is malleable, and I am very skilled at shaping it.”

Before I could react, a subtle shimmer rolled off their armor, like a living shadow, curling around the edges of the doorway. The air smelled of ozone and iron. My heart thumped against my ribs like it wanted out.

> “We only ask a small thing in return,” the Covenant said. “A test. A task. A choice. Refuse, and… inadequacy will find you.”

Nyra grabbed my arm, urging caution, her voice low: “Val… this isn’t normal. They’re not offering help. They’re… experimenting.”

And yet… the lure of knowing, of uncovering truths buried in memory, gnawed at me.

Outside, the forest whispered. Or maybe it was the Bukit Timah Monkey Man. Either way, something ancient and patient was waiting, watching, judging. And I had just invited something far worse inside.

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🩸 Closing Thoughts — A Threshold Crossed

Tonight, the line between myth, nightmare, and reality blurred. A cryptid stalks the shadows outside, a covenant of terrifying intellect and ambition waits at my door, and I’m left holding only questions… and a dread that doesn’t fade.

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