It was a dark and stormy night, and I was home alone in my old, creaky house. I had always been a bit of a scaredy-cat, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about this particular evening.
As the winds howled and the rain pounded against the windows, I tried to distract myself by watching a movie on my laptop. But every time I heard a strange noise, my heart would skip a beat and I would pause the film to listen.
Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore. I convinced myself that I was just being paranoid and decided to go to bed. As I settled under the covers, I told myself that everything would be fine in the morning.
But as I drifted off to sleep, I heard a faint tapping at my window. At first, I thought it was just the branches of the tree outside, but as the tapping grew louder and more persistent, I knew something was definitely wrong.
I slowly sat up in bed and listened, trying to decide what to do. The tapping continued, and I could hear a faint scratching sound as well. It was as if something was trying to claw its way into my bedroom.
I gathered all my courage and forced myself to get out of bed and investigate. As I approached the window, I could see a shadowy figure standing outside in the rain. It was tall and thin, with elongated limbs that seemed to stretch on forever.
I froze in fear, not knowing what to do. The figure stood there for what seemed like an eternity, just staring at me with its cold, empty eyes. And then, all at once, it lunged at the window, shattering the glass and reaching for me with its long, bony fingers.
I screamed and stumbled backwards, tripping over my own feet and falling to the ground. The figure loomed over me, its wet, dripping form seeming to writhe and twist in the darkness.
I closed my eyes, expecting to feel the icy touch of death at any moment. But instead, I heard a loud crash and a chorus of voices shouting. I opened my eyes to see that the figure had been tackled to the ground by a group of people in rain gear.
It was the police. They had received a call about a suspicious person lurking outside my window, and had come to investigate. As it turned out, the figure was just a serial killer who had been terrorizing the neighborhood.
I was safe. But as I lay there on the floor, shaking and sobbing with relief, I knew that I would never be able to forget the horrors of that stormy night.
