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

The window was cracked, but, otherwise, the room was undisturbed. Heart thumping wildly, John Bell felt something behind him. Something angry, something hostile. The presence was hot on his back, eyes glaring at him. It hated him.

Turning around would be a death sentence, but he was powerless to stop his own body. He pivoted, his eyes meeting the malevolent gaze of the presence. The last thing he saw was a flash of copper, a glimpse of a sinister figure, before a searing pain tore through him.