Saturday, February 18, 2023

Knock on the Door


It was a dark and stormy night. Jenny was home alone, sitting in her living room, trying to read a book. But she couldn't concentrate with the howling wind and the rain tapping against the windows.

Suddenly, she heard a loud knock at the door. She froze, wondering who it could be. She cautiously approached the door and looked through the peephole, but she saw nothing but darkness. The knocking continued, growing louder and more insistent.

She was not expecting anyone at this hour of the night. Hesitantly Jenny reached out and opened the door. No one was there. She stepped out onto the porch, looking around, but the street was empty. The wind and rain were now stronger, and she shivered in her thin pajamas.

As she turned to go back inside, she heard a strange noise coming from the bushes. She walked over and peered into the darkness. There was nothing there. She shrugged it off and headed back to her warm house.

But as soon as she closed the door, the knocking started again. This time, it was coming from inside the house. Jenny's heart raced as she searched for the source of the noise. But it was as if the knocking was coming from every wall and every corner.

Suddenly, the lights went out. Jenny screamed, but no one could hear her over the sound of the wind and rain. In the darkness, she could feel something breathing on the back of her neck.

She turned around, and in the dim light of a distant streetlamp, she saw a figure standing in front of her. It was a ghostly woman, with long hair and a pale face. The woman reached out with her icy hand, and Jenny screamed again as she felt the cold grip her throat.

And that was the last anyone ever saw of Jenny. Her house was always empty, and the neighbors whispered about the ghostly figure that haunted it. But no one ever dared to go inside, not after what had happened to poor Jenny.

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