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The Figure in The Storm

Tale of Fear

By Vicky SPublished 7 months ago 4 min read
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The Figure in The Storm
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It was a dark and stormy night, and Sarah was driving home from a long day at work. The rain was coming down in sheets, making it difficult for her to see the road ahead. She was relieved when she finally pulled into her driveway and could get out of the car.

But as she walked towards her front door, she felt a chill run down her spine. Something wasn't right. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she felt like she was being watched. She turned around quickly, but there was no one there.

Shaking her head, Sarah dismissed the feeling and went inside her house. She made herself a cup of tea and settled down on her couch, trying to relax after the long day. But the feeling of unease lingered.

As the night wore on, Sarah started to hear strange noises coming from upstairs. At first, she thought it was just the wind rattling the windows. But the noises grew louder and more persistent. It sounded like something was moving around in her house.

Sarah tried to ignore the sounds and went to bed, but she couldn't sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt like something was watching her. She tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable, but the feeling of unease only grew stronger.

Suddenly, she heard a loud bang from upstairs. It sounded like something had fallen over. Sarah got out of bed and tiptoed up the stairs, trying not to make a sound. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she approached the top of the stairs.

When she reached the top, she saw something that made her blood run cold. Standing at the end of the hallway was a figure dressed in all black. Its face was hidden by a hood, and its eyes glinted in the darkness.

Sarah froze, unsure of what to do. The figure started moving towards her slowly, its footsteps echoing through the empty hallway. Sarah tried to scream, but no sound came out. She turned and ran back down the stairs, not daring to look back.

As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she felt something grab her ankle. She fell to the ground, and when she looked up, she saw the figure standing over her. Its face was still hidden, but she could feel its cold breath on her skin.

Sarah tried to crawl away, but the figure grabbed her and dragged her towards the front door. She could feel its grip tightening around her, and she knew she was in grave danger. With all her might, she kicked at the figure and managed to break free.

She ran out of the house and into the pouring rain, not looking back until she was several blocks away. When she finally stopped to catch her breath, she realized she had left her phone and keys inside the house. She knew she had to go back.

With trembling hands, Sarah made her way back to her house. The rain was coming down harder now, and the wind was howling through the trees. But she didn't let that stop her. She had to get her phone and keys and call the police.

When she reached her house, she found the front door unlocked. She hesitated for a moment, but then pushed it open and stepped inside. The house was silent, and she could hear her own breathing echoing through the empty rooms.

As she made her way towards the stairs, she saw something that made her blood run cold. Standing at the top of the stairs was the figure, its eyes glowing in the darkness. Sarah froze, unsure of what to do.

But then she remembered something her grandmother had told her when she was a child. She closed her eyes and started reciting a prayer, hoping it would protect her. As she spoke the words, she felt a warm sensation spreading through her body, and the figure started to shrink and disappear into the darkness.

Sarah opened her eyes and saw that the figure was gone. She quickly ran up the stairs and grabbed her phone and keys before running out of the house and calling the police.

The police arrived quickly, and Sarah told them everything that had happened. They searched the house, but found no signs of anyone else being there. They suggested that it might have been a hallucination brought on by stress and exhaustion.

But Sarah knew what she had seen. She couldn't explain it, but she knew that the figure was real. She moved out of the house the next day and never returned.

Years later, Sarah still thinks about that night and wonders what really happened. She has never experienced anything like it again, but she knows that she will never forget the feeling of being watched and the figure standing at the top of her stairs.

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