You wake up with a start. Your heart pounding, your breath heavy. It's the middle of the night and you can't shake off this eerie feeling that something is wrong.

You look around your room. Everything seems normal - the antique furniture, the old portraits on the walls, even the familiar chill in the air as if a ghost were standing over you. But why do you feel so uneasy?

Your eyes fall upon an ancient Egyptian amulet hanging from your bedpost. You remember your father's last gift to you - it was given to him by his uncle during their travels in the deserts of Egypt. His words echoed through your head: "This amulet is not just a relic, Giovanni, it holds power within."

As if responding to your thoughts, the amulet glows softly, casting a warm light on your face. You reach out to touch it, but something stops you. A chill runs down your spine as you feel a presence in the room.

"Who's there?" you ask aloud. The darkness swallows up your voice, leaving only silence behind.

Suddenly, you hear whispers echoing around the room. They sound eerily familiar…

"Bloodthirsty children…" they seem to say. You shiver as you realize that these aren't ghostly voices but something else - ancient words from a forgotten language… a lullaby sung by vengeful beings!

You feel the hairs on your neck stand up. In front of you, the amulet starts to pulsate with an otherworldly energy. It's not just a relic anymore – it is alive and waiting for something…