creepy
Since they were a small child, they could see things nobody else could. Poor souls lost in the whispers of time. Broken shards of what used to be humans. But there were also other entities, wandering around that somehow felt more sentient. Aware.
They were able to see those, too. And feel them. And hear them.
At first, it was interesting to listen to their stories. Some of them talked about the time they were still alive. Some of them never were. But then, everything turned darker. They came at night. Whispering.
It's easy, just go and grab the knife.