The Uninvited Guest

Some things in the dark... they aren't human. It starts with a sound you

cannot quite place. A scratching behind the wood... a heavy breath. You tell yourself

it is just the wind. But the wind doesn't have four legs and hollow

eyes. It moves faster than any human could. It is not

looking for a friend. And now, the house is silent once more.

You shouldn't be here. Don't look behind you. Because it's already

there.