Author: Drac Von Stoller

Publisher: Drac Von Stoller

Published: 2024-09-21

Total Pages: 13

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The old Victorian house creaked and groaned, its timbers settling into the earth like ancient bones. The wind howled through the drafty windows, a mournful melody that seemed to seep into the very walls. Inside, a young woman named Anya huddled under a worn quilt, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. She was alone, save for the eerie silence and the occasional creak of the floorboards. Outside, a storm raged, the rain lashing against the windows like tiny fists. Anya shivered, not just from the cold, but from a growing sense of dread. She had been living in the house for a month now, and each day, the feeling of being watched had grown more intense. She'd heard strange noises in the night, whispers that seemed to come from nowhere. And there was always the silence. A heavy, oppressive silence that seemed to linger in the air, even when the house was filled with sound. Anya tried to shake off the feeling, but it was no use. The fear was a cold, clammy hand that wrapped around her heart, squeezing the life from it. She got out of bed and went to the window, peering out into the darkness. The storm had calmed, leaving behind a moonlit sky and a world bathed in an eerie glow. As Anya watched, she saw something move in the shadows. A figure, tall and gaunt, stood at the edge of the property. Its face was obscured by the darkness, but Anya could feel its eyes on her, boring into her soul. She gasped and stumbled backward, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might burst. The figure began to move toward the house, its steps slow and deliberate. Anya backed away, her fear turning to panic. She tried to scream, but no sound came out. The figure was almost upon her when she heard a noise from behind. She turned and saw a man standing in the doorway, his face illuminated by the moonlight. "Anya, are you alright?" he asked. His name was Ethan, and he was her neighbor. Anya nodded, her voice trembling. "I... I think I saw something." Ethan stepped forward and took her hand. "It's okay. I'm here." Together, they watched as the figure disappeared into the darkness. As it receded into the night, Anya felt a strange sense of calm wash over her. The fear that had gripped her heart seemed to loosen its hold, replaced by a sense of relief. But as they stood there, watching the moonlit sky, Anya noticed something else. A silence. A deep, unnatural silence that hung heavy in the air. It was the same silence she had heard before, the silence that seemed to lurk in the shadows, waiting to pounce. And as she listened to that silence, Anya realized that it wasn't just the house that was haunted. It was something much more sinister. Something that was watching them, waiting for the right moment to strike. Ethan's presence brought a momentary comfort, but as the days wore on, Anya found herself sinking deeper into a pit of dread. The silence that had once been confined to the corners of the house now seemed to follow her everywhere. It was a living thing, hungry and patient, biding its time. One night, as Anya tossed and turned in her bed, unable to shake the feeling of eyes upon her, she heard a faint whisper. It was barely audible, like the rustle of dead leaves in an autumn breeze, but it sent chills down her spine. "Anya," it breathed, her name a sibilant hiss in the darkness. She bolted upright, her heart racing. "Who's there?" she called out, her voice trembling. Silence answered her, but it was not the comforting absence of sound. This silence had weight, presence. It pressed against her eardrums, filling the room with an oppressive heaviness that made it hard to breathe. Anya fumbled for her phone, desperate for light, for connection to the outside world. But as her fingers closed around the device, it let out a piercing shriek before going dead. The screen flickered once, twice, and then faded to black. A sob caught in her throat as she flung the covers aside and stumbled out of bed. She had to get out, had to escape the suffocating silence that threatened to swallow her whole. As she reached for the doorknob, a cold draft swept through the room, carrying with it the scent of decay. Anya froze, her hand hovering inches from the door. Slowly, with a growing sense of horror, she turned to face the room. The moonlight streaming through the window illuminated a scene from her worst nightmares. The walls seemed to breathe, pulsing with an otherworldly life. Shadows danced and writhed, taking on grotesque forms that disappeared the moment she tried to focus on them. And there, in the corner of the room, stood the figure she had seen outside. It was tall, impossibly thin, its limbs too long and jointed in all the wrong places. Its face was a void, a black hole that seemed to absorb all light and hope. Anya's scream caught in her throat as the figure took a step toward her. The floorboards creaked beneath its weight, the sound unnaturally loud in the oppressive silence. She wrenched the door open and fled, her bare feet slapping against the cold wooden floors as she raced down the hallway. The stairs loomed before her, a dizzying spiral that seemed to stretch on forever. As she descended, the whispers returned, a cacophony of voices that echoed in her mind. "Stay," they urged. "You belong here." "No!" Anya cried, stumbling on the last few steps and falling hard onto the floor below. Pain shot through her ankle, but adrenaline propelled her forward. She crawled toward the front door, her salvation just feet away. But as her fingers brushed the cool metal of the doorknob, she felt it. A presence behind her, cold and ancient and hungry. Anya turned, her back pressed against the door, and found herself face to face with the void. The figure loomed over her, its form seeming to shift and waver like smoke. "What do you want?" she whimpered, tears streaming down her face. The figure tilted its head, an eerily human gesture that only served to heighten its otherworldliness. When it spoke, its voice was the sound of wind through a graveyard, of earth settling over a fresh grave. "You," it said simply. Anya's scream shattered the silence, echoing through the empty house and into the night beyond.