Not Alone in the Farmhouse

I found out the hard way that living alone doesn't always mean the house is empty.

My car died deep in the mountains, pitch black, zero signal. I walked for hours

until I found this creepy, rundown farmhouse. The woman inside let me use her phone,

but she was acting super weird. She kept staring at a closed door down the hallway

like she was terrified of it. She swore she lived alone, but then I heard

distinct shuffling noises coming from behind that door. She tried to laugh it off as the house

settling, but the look in her eyes screamed that we were definitely not alone.