A Woman Moves Into Her Childhood Home – What She Finds Terrifies Her

When he burst through the treeline, he saw, in one of the windows upstairs, a dark figure. It was pressed against the glass, banging its head against the window. Even from far away, John could hear the figure making noises like a snarling dog.

But then, a flicker of recognition crossed his mind. He holstered the rifle and ran through the door to his home, ascending the creaking stairs, the eerie noises growing louder. Each step seemed to echo with the weight of the unknown, driving him toward the top floor, where the sinister figure awaited.