The House on Willow Lane
Every night, Sarah would lay in bed, listening to the creaking of the old house on Willow Lane. It didn’t bother her at first, as she considered it as nothing more than a typical old house noise, but then it became increasingly persistent.
One night, Sarah’s cat, Midnight, woke her up by knocking everything off the nightstand. She sat up in fright and saw a silhouette of a person in the darkness. Panic-stricken, her hands reached for the lamp switch, but it wouldn’t turn on.
Trembling, she got out of bed and stumbled, trying to find her way out of the room. She heard constant whispers in the darkness, calling her name, growing louder and louder with each step she made.
As she reached the door, it slammed shut, trapping her inside. She turned around as the whispers turned into a chorus of maniacal laughter that filled the room. Suddenly, Midnight jumped onto her from behind and gave her comfort before she passed out from fear.
When Sarah came to, she was chained to a chair in a dimly lit room. She saw freakish dolls in a corner, and a figure in the darkness. As her eyes adjusted to the low light, she realized it was a person who was wearing a mask with blood dripping down its sides.
'Welcome to your new home, Sarah,' the masked figure said. 'You’re never going to leave.'
Sarah knew from that point that she had to fight back, but the shackles were too tight to escape. In the end, she never stood a chance.
