THE FEAR

The night was cold and dark, the stars hidden behind a thick blanket of clouds. It was the kind of night that made you want to stay inside, under the covers with a good book. But for some reason, I felt compelled to go outside. I had been having strange dreams lately, dreams that left me feeling uneasy and unsettled.

I stepped out into the night air, shivering as a chill ran down my spine. The wind howled in the trees and I could feel something watching me from the shadows. I started walking faster, but no matter how fast I went, it seemed like whatever was following me kept pace. Suddenly, I heard a loud crash behind me and spun around to see what it was. To my horror, standing in front of me was an old woman with wild eyes and long gray hair. She smiled at me with yellowed teeth and beckoned for me to follow her.

I wanted to run away, but something held me in place. I felt paralyzed with fear as she slowly walked towards me. She reached out and touched my arm, her cold fingers sending a shiver up my spine. I tried to scream but no sound came out of my mouth. The old woman's eyes seemed to bore into me as she whispered something in an ancient language that I couldn't understand.

I finally managed to break free from her grasp and ran away as fast as I could. But no matter how far or how fast I ran, the old woman seemed to be right behind me, always one step ahead.

Finally, after what felt like hours of running, I stumbled upon an old abandoned house deep in the woods. The windows were boarded up and the door was locked tight, but somehow I knew this was where the old woman wanted me to go. I slowly opened the door and stepped inside, feeling like I was being watched from every corner of the room.

The house was empty and silent, but I could feel a strange presence in the air. I made my way through the dark corridors, feeling like something was lurking in the shadows. Suddenly, I heard a loud screech coming from upstairs and my heart stopped.

I slowly climbed up the stairs and peered into the darkness of the hallway. At the end of it was an old woman with wild eyes and long gray hair standing in front of a large mirror. She seemed to be talking to her reflection as she slowly ran her hands over its surface.

The old woman suddenly turned around and stared right at me with a menacing smile on her face. I felt my heart sink as she stepped closer towards me, whispering something in that same ancient language that I couldn't understand.

I screamed and ran away as fast as I could, not stopping until I reached the safety of my home. But ever since then, I can still hear her voice echoing in my head, beckoning me