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

He’d seen the figure in his bedroom, and he could hear it now as he ran up the stairs. The cacophony of sounds intensified, a nightmarish blend of snarling dog and grunting pig, creating an eerie symphony that echoed through the house. He heard the repeated cracks as it assailed the window, like a relentless force seeking entry.

John thundered up the stairs, his heart in his throat, throwing the door to his room open. But there was nothing there. His bedroom, once a place of comfort, now felt empty and cold. The shattered window bore witness to the earlier struggle, but the dark figure had vanished.