The Forgotten House

It was a dark and stormy night, and Sarah was driving down the deserted road to her grandmother's old house. She had inherited the house after her grandmother's death and decided to renovate it and turn it into a bed and breakfast. But as she drove closer to the house, she realized that something wasn't right. The house was different from how she remembered it. It looked abandoned and forgotten.

Sarah parked her car and got out. The rain was pouring down, and the wind was howling. She made her way up to the front door, and as she reached for the handle, she felt a cold shiver run down her spine. She pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The house was dark and musty. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling, and the furniture was covered in dust. Sarah walked through the living room and into the kitchen. She switched on the light, and it flickered for a moment before illuminating the room.

As she turned around, she saw a shadow move out of the corner of her eye. She spun around, but there was no one there. She shrugged it off, thinking it was just her imagination playing tricks on her.

Sarah walked up the stairs to the second floor, and as she stepped onto the landing, she heard a creaking sound. She froze and listened intently. There was another creak, and she realized that the sound was coming from one of the rooms. She cautiously made her way towards the door and pushed it open.

The room was empty, but Sarah couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was watching her. She turned to leave, but the door slammed shut behind her, and she heard a lock click. She tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge.

Panic set in, and Sarah started to bang on the door, calling for help. But there was no one around to hear her. She was trapped.

Hours went by, and Sarah was still stuck in the room. She had tried everything to escape, but nothing had worked. The room had no windows, and the only door was locked from the outside. She was completely alone and at the mercy of whatever was in the house with her.

Suddenly, she heard a voice whisper her name. It was a soft, eerie whisper that sent chills down her spine. She turned around, but there was no one there. She tried to scream, but her voice was hoarse from all the shouting.

The whispering continued, and Sarah realized that it was coming from inside her head. She tried to block it out, but it was too strong. The voice started to speak in a language she didn't understand, and it sounded like it was chanting a ritual.

Sarah closed her eyes and tried to focus on something else, anything else. But the voice was too loud, and it was getting louder by the second. She felt like she was going insane.

Just as she thought she couldn't take it anymore, the voice stopped. There was complete silence in the room, and Sarah opened her eyes. In front of her stood a figure in a black cloak, with its face hidden in shadows.

Sarah tried to scream, but no sound came out. She tried to run, but her legs wouldn't move. The figure started to move towards her, and as it got closer, she could feel the coldness emanating from it.

The figure stopped in front of her and reached out a bony hand. Sarah closed her eyes, waiting for the worst to happen. But instead of hurting her, the figure touched her forehead, and she felt a rush of energy go through her body.

When she opened her eyes, she was back in the living room. The house looked different now, as if