It was a dark and stormy night, and Emily was home alone.
She had just moved into the old Victorian house on the outskirts of town, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t alone.
As she settled in for the night, she heard strange noises coming from upstairs.
At first, she tried to ignore them, convincing herself that it was just the wind.
But the noises persisted, getting louder and more persistent with each passing moment.
Emily finally couldn’t take it anymore and decided to investigate.
As she climbed the creaky staircase, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread creeping up inside her.
She pushed open the door to the attic and was greeted by a sight that chilled her to the bone.
There, sitting in the corner of the room, was a figure draped in a tattered black cloak.
Emily couldn’t make out their face, but she could feel their eyes on her.
She tried to scream, but no sound would escape her lips.
Suddenly, the figure stood up and began to move towards her. Emily stumbled backwards, trying to escape, but she found herself trapped in a corner.
The figure drew closer, and Emily could feel its cold breath on her face.
Just when she thought it was all over, the figure vanished into thin air, leaving Emily alone in the attic.
She knew then that she had to leave that house as soon as possible.
From that day on, Emily never went back to the old Victorian house, but she could never shake the feeling that something was still watching her.
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