The Uninvited Guest

Emily sat alone in her big, old house, studying for her upcoming exams. She was completely absorbed in her work, trying to ignore the creaks and groans of the old wooden structure that surrounded her. But as the night wore on, the sounds grew louder and more insistent.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Emily jumped, startled by the unexpected sound. She hesitated for a moment, wondering who it could be. It was late, and no one had told her they were coming over. But the knock came again, louder this time, and Emily reluctantly got up from her desk and went to the door.

As she reached for the doorknob, a sudden gust of wind blew through the open window, sending a chill down her spine. She hesitated, her hand hovering above the knob. Something didn't feel right. But before she could change her mind, there was another knock, even louder than before.

Emily opened the door, but there was no one there. She frowned and looked around, but the street outside was empty. She shrugged and started to close the door, but something stopped her. A chill ran down her spine as she realized that the door was being pushed open from the other side.

Emily tried to shut the door, but it was too strong. Something was pushing against it, and it was getting harder and harder to resist. She screamed for help, but no one came. She was alone, and she was terrified.

Suddenly, the door gave way, and Emily stumbled backward. She saw a figure standing in the doorway, but she couldn't make out any details. It was too dark, and the lightning flashes were too brief. But Emily knew that whoever it was, they weren't supposed to be there.

She backed away slowly, her heart pounding in her chest. The figure stepped forward, and Emily could see it more clearly now. It was a man, tall and thin, with long, bony fingers and a face that was twisted into a grotesque grin.

Emily screamed again and tried to run, but the man was too quick. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards him, his breath hot on her face. Emily struggled, but it was no use. She was trapped.

The man leaned in close and whispered in Emily's ear. "I'm the uninvited guest," he said, his voice low and menacing. "And I'm here to stay."

Emily tried to scream, but the man's hand covered her mouth. She struggled and fought, but it was no use. The uninvited guest had come, and he wasn't going anywhere.

For what felt like hours, Emily was trapped in her own home with the stranger. The man never spoke again, but his presence was suffocating. He watched her, his eyes always following her every move. Emily was never able to get a good look at his face, as it was always obscured by the darkness of the room. But she could feel his cold, dead eyes staring at her, and it made her skin crawl.

Eventually, Emily couldn't take it anymore. She knew she had to find a way out, no matter how impossible it seemed. So she began to plot her escape.

Over the next few days, Emily gathered supplies, stashed them away, and waited for the right moment to make her move. She knew the man was always watching her, so she had to be careful. But eventually, her chance came.

One night, when the man had fallen asleep, Emily made her move. She crept out of her room, tiptoed down the hall, and slipped out the back door. She ran as fast as she could, not daring to look back.