It was Halloween night and Sarah was alone in her house. The wind howled outside, sending shivers down her spine. She had decided to stay in and watch scary movies, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched.
As the clock struck midnight, a loud knocking came from the front door. Sarah froze, her heart racing with fear. She slowly made her way to the door, the knocking growing louder and more urgent with each passing second.
When she finally opened the door, there was no one there. Just an old, tattered doll lying on the doorstep. Sarah picked it up, feeling a chill run down her spine. As she turned to go back inside, she heard a whisper in her ear.
"Trick or treat, Sarah..."
She spun around, but there was no one there. Just the eerie silence of the night. Terrified, she ran inside and locked all the doors and windows. But no matter what she did, she couldn't shake the feeling that someone - or something - was watching her.
As the night wore on, strange things started happening. Objects moved on their own, whispers echoed through the house, and the temperature dropped to freezing levels. Sarah knew she had to get out, but when she tried to leave, the doors wouldn't budge.
It wasn't until the first light of dawn that the haunting finally stopped. Sarah raced out of the house, the doll clutched tightly in her hand. She never looked back, but she could still hear the whispers in the wind, promising to return next Halloween...
To this day, Sarah refuses to spend another Halloween alone, haunted by the memory of that terrifying night.
It was Halloween night and Sarah was alone in her house. The wind howled outside, sending shivers down her spine. She had decided to stay in and watch scary movies, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched.
As the clock struck midnight, a loud knocking came from the front door. Sarah froze, her heart racing with fear. She slowly made her way to the door, the knocking growing louder and more urgent with each passing second.
When she finally opened the door, there was no one there. Just an old, tattered doll lying on the doorstep. Sarah picked it up, feeling a chill run down her spine. As she turned to go back inside, she heard a whisper in her ear.
"Trick or treat, Sarah..."
She spun around, but there was no one there. Just the eerie silence of the night. Terrified, she ran inside and locked all the doors and windows. But no matter what she did, she couldn't shake the feeling that someone - or something - was watching her.
As the night wore on, strange things started happening. Objects moved on their own, whispers echoed through the house, and the temperature dropped to freezing levels. Sarah knew she had to get out, but when she tried to leave, the doors wouldn't budge.
It wasn't until the first light of dawn that the haunting finally stopped. Sarah raced out of the house, the doll clutched tightly in her hand. She never looked back, but she could still hear the whispers in the wind, promising to return next Halloween...
To this day, Sarah refuses to spend another Halloween alone, haunted by the memory of that terrifying night.