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

As dusk fell, James kept the lights on. He had a feeling the woman, whoever she was, only came in darkness. She used the black of night to reach her full form. She’d only dissipated that first night because Marie had turned on the kitchen light.

All James had to do was keep her at bay until the priest came. It was a solid plan until, around ten at night, the lights went out with a dull click. Panic welled up within him as the darkness enveloped the house. He fumbled for a flashlight, casting its feeble beam around the room, searching for any sign of the malevolent presence that he knew lurked just beyond the reach of the light.