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

“What the hell was that?” Betsy screamed. She ran down the rest of the stairs, snapping on the kitchen light. The sudden illumination cast an eerie glow on the scene, dispelling the shadows. “Who was that?” Allen looked at her, his face appearing unusually detached in the yellow light of the kitchen. “Huh?”

“I just saw that thing come through the door,” Betsy said, her voice trembling. “Who was she? What have you been doing in the woods?” Allen’s silence was deafening. His gaze remained fixed on the floor, and a heavy, unspoken truth hung in the air.