Footsteps Behind the Closed Door

I broke down on a deserted mountain road at midnight with no phone signal. After walking miles

in complete darkness, I found a rundown farmhouse. The woman who answered seemed terrified

but let me use her phone. While waiting for the tow truck, I kept hearing shuffling

sounds behind a closed door she nervously glanced at. She swore she lived

alone, but something was clearly moving in that room. The wallpaper was

peeling and the furniture looked untouched for decades. Every few minutes, those shuffling

noises got louder. When I asked again about the sounds, her hands started shaking.

She laughed nervously and said it was just the house settling, but her eyes were screaming something