Chapter 2 : The Darkness

Ayla POV:-

I come to, groggily opening my eyes to find myself lying on the floor. My head is pounding, and my mouth feels dry.

I try to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washes over me, forcing me back down.

As I lie there, I realize that I'm not sure what happened. Did I faint? Was I attacked?

I try to remember, but my memories are hazy.

Suddenly, I hear footsteps. Heavy, deliberate footsteps that seem to be coming from downstairs.

My heart starts racing as I realize that I'm not alone in the house.

The footsteps get louder, and I can tell that whoever - or whatever - is making them is coming straight for me

I try to scramble to my feet, but my legs feel like jelly. I'm forced to crawl towards the door, desperate to escape.

As I reach the doorway, I see a figure looming in the hallway. It's tall and imposing, with eyes that seem to bore into my soul.

I try to scream, but my voice is frozen in my throat.

The figure takes a step closer, its eyes fixed on me. I can feel its gaze like a weight on my skin.

Suddenly, the lights flicker and die, plunging the hallway into darkness.

I'm trapped.

The figure takes another step closer, its presence filling the hallway.

I'm paralyzed with fear, unable to move or speak.

And then, just as suddenly as it started, everything goes black again.

When I come to, I'm lying in my bed, the morning sunlight streaming through the windows.

It's as if the whole thing was just a dream.

But I know it wasn't.

I can still feel the weight of that gaze on my skin.

I sit up in bed, my heart still racing from the memory of the figure in the hallway. I try to tell myself it was just a dream, but I know that's not true.

I throw off the covers and get out of bed, determined to explore the house and find some answers. As I walk through the rooms, I notice that everything is spotless. The floors are clean, the surfaces are dust-free, and there's no sign of the mess I saw in the room upstairs.

It's as if someone has been cleaning up after me.

I feel a shiver run down my spine as I realize that I'm not alone in the house. Someone - or something - is here with me.

I decide to search the house from top to bottom, looking for any clues that might explain what's going on. As I search, I notice that there are doors that I don't remember, and rooms that seem to have appeared out of nowhere.

It's as if the house is shifting and changing around me.

I'm starting to feel like I'm losing my mind.

And then, I hear a noise. It's a faint whispering sound, and it seems to be coming from everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

I spin around, trying to locate the source of the sound. And that's when I see it. A piece of paper on the wall, with a message scrawled in red ink:

"I'm waiting for you"

I feel a chill run down my spine as I stare at the message. Who wrote this? And what do they want from me?

The whispering sound has stopped, and the room is silent. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I need to think this through, figure out what's going on.

As I stand there, trying to gather my thoughts, I hear a faint creaking sound. It's the sound of a door opening, somewhere in the house.

I freeze, my heart pounding in my chest. Who - or what - is coming for me?

I know I need to get out of there, fast. I turn and run, dashing out of the room and down the hallway.

As I run, the creaking sound gets louder, and I can hear footsteps behind me. I don't dare look back, fearing what I might see.

I keep running, my heart pounding in my chest, until I reach the front door. I fling it open and sprint out into the night, not stopping until I'm safely locked in my car.

As I sit there, trying to catch my breath, I realize that I'll have to face whatever is in that house eventually

As I sit in my car, trying to calm down, I notice something strange. The house seems to be... watching me. The windows seem to be staring back at me, like empty eyes.

I shake my head, telling myself I'm just being paranoid. But as I look back at the house, I could swear I see a shadowy figure standing in the window.

I start the car and drive away, not stopping until I'm back in the safety of my hotel room. As I lock the door behind me, I feel a sense of relief wash over me.

But as I look around the room, I realize that I'm not alone. There's a piece of paper on the bedside table, with a message scrawled in red ink:

"You can't escape me."