Isolated House and The Girl 2 (AI Edition)

I stared at the necklace on the table, its heart-shaped pendant catching the dim light filtering through the curtains. It hadn’t moved since I placed it there last night—at least, I didn’t think it had. My breathing was shallow, my chest tight. The memories of that house…of her…were too vivid, too raw. It was like she was still watching me, her piercing gaze cutting through the distance between us.

I didn’t shower. I didn’t even change. I just sat there in the living room, frozen. Every creak of the house sent my heart racing. My eyes darted to the corners of the room, searching for shadows that shouldn’t exist.

I was scared to even blink.

By the time I forced myself to move, the clock on the wall read 10:00 a.m. My legs trembled as I walked to the kitchen. My hands fumbled while pouring cereal into a bowl; most of it scattered onto the counter. I couldn’t focus. Her voice echoed in my head. "Come again. If you don’t, I’ll come and kill you. Your loved ones will suffer."

I clutched the counter to steady myself. It’s not real. It’s just your imagination, I told myself. But how could I explain the bruises on my arm where she had grabbed me? The cold touch of her fingers lingered, like frostbite that never faded.

I needed air. I needed to get out of the house.

The sunlight outside felt alien, like I didn’t belong to this world anymore. I walked to the market, avoiding the road that led to her house. The people around me moved as though nothing was wrong—laughing, chatting, completely unaware of the nightmare I had lived through. I envied them.

At a small shop, I picked up some snacks. My hands were shaking as I handed over the cash. The shopkeeper noticed. “You alright, mate? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

I flinched at his words and forced a laugh. “Just tired,” I mumbled, avoiding his gaze.

But I wasn’t alright. I was far from it.

As I walked back home, I felt like I was being followed. Every rustle of leaves, every distant sound of footsteps made me whip around, expecting to see her—floating, waiting. But there was nothing. Just empty streets and my pounding heart.

When I reached my house, I saw something that made my blood run cold. The front door was open. I was sure I had locked it before leaving.

I stood there, frozen, my hand clutching the bag of snacks. My breath hitched as I stepped inside. The air was colder than it should’ve been, and the silence was deafening. My eyes scanned the room, landing on the necklace. It was still on the table…but it wasn’t where I had left it.

I approached it cautiously, my heart hammering in my chest. The closer I got, the heavier the air felt, like something was pressing down on me. When I reached out to touch it, the room seemed to darken.

My fingers brushed against the pendant, and a sharp pain shot through my head. I stumbled back, clutching my temples as a cacophony of screams filled my ears. It wasn’t just noise—it was raw emotion: fear, anger, sorrow, all crashing into me like waves.

I fell to the floor, gasping for air. The walls around me seemed to close in, the shadows twisting into shapes that resembled her face. Her voice echoed again, louder this time. "You can’t escape me. You never could."

I crawled backward, desperate to get away, but my back hit the sofa. The screams grew louder, and I could feel her presence, cold and suffocating. My vision blurred, and I thought I saw her standing in the corner of the room, her red dress stained darker than before.

“Why are you doing this to me?” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the noise.

She stepped closer, her feet not touching the ground. “You came to my house,” she said, her voice soft but chilling. “You disturbed my peace. And now you’ll never find yours.”

Tears streamed down my face as I begged, “Please, just leave me alone.”

Her expression softened for a moment, and I saw something unexpected—sadness. “I was alone for so long,” she said, her voice trembling. “No one ever comes. No one ever stays.”

She knelt in front of me, her cold hand brushing against my cheek. I wanted to pull away, but I couldn’t move. Her touch was icy, yet there was something heartbreakingly gentle about it.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she said, her eyes glistening with tears. “But I can’t let you forget me. I won’t let you.”

With that, she placed the necklace in my hand. The moment it touched my skin, the room returned to normal. The shadows receded, the air warmed, and the screams faded.

I sat there, clutching the necklace, too afraid to let it go. When I looked up, she was gone.

But her voice lingered in my mind, a haunting whisper that I knew would never leave me. "Come again. If you don’t, I’ll come to you."

That night, I locked every door and window in the house. I left all the lights on, but it didn’t help. Every creak, every gust of wind sent shivers down my spine. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t close my eyes without seeing her face.

And deep down, I knew it wasn’t over.