It was late at night. Rain tapped against the windows, and only a dim light glowed inside the old house. Ayaan, a young boy, had come to spend the night at his grandmother’s ancient home.
As the clock struck midnight, suddenly, a creaking sound echoed from the old wooden floor. Ayaan thought it might be a mouse. But when he went to check, he saw the back door of the house slowly opening by itself.
In the darkness outside the door stood a tall shadow. Ayaan called out loudly, “Who’s there?” But no answer came. Then, in a soft, chilling voice, the shadow said,
“I’ve been waiting for you… all this time.”
Ayaan’s heart started pounding. He tried to run, but the door slammed shut on its own. Whispers filled the house from all corners, and he could feel something slowly approaching him.
Suddenly, the lights went out, and Ayaan felt utterly alone in the darkness. When he turned around, he saw the shadow right in front of him—but its face… it was his own!
