She had always been a timid and anxious girl, prone to worrying about every little thing. But nothing could have prepared her for the terror she felt that night.
She had been home alone, enjoying a quiet evening of reading and relaxing. But as the night wore on, she began to feel a sense of unease that she couldn’t shake. Every little sound made her jump, and she felt as though someone was watching her.
At first, she tried to ignore it, thinking that it was just her imagination playing tricks on her. But then she heard a noise that she couldn’t ignore. It was a soft, scraping sound, like someone was dragging their fingernails across the floor.
She froze, unable to move as the sound grew louder and louder. She tried to convince herself that it was just the wind or the house settling, but deep down she knew that it was something far more sinister.
Her heart pounding, she backed away slowly, seeking refuge in the corner of the room. She was trembling with fear, her mind racing as she tried to think of a way out of this nightmare.
But then, just as she was about to give up hope, she saw her. A woman stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the moonlight. She was tall and thin, with long dark hair that hung down to her waist. But it was her eyes that held the girl’s attention – they were a bright, piercing blue, and seemed to glow in the darkness.
For a moment, the girl was too scared to move. But then the woman spoke, and her voice was soft and kind.
“Don’t be afraid,” she said. “I’m here to help you.”
The girl hesitated, unsure if she could trust this stranger. But then she saw the kindness in the woman’s eyes, and she knew that she had found someone who could help her.
Together, they left the room, the girl no longer trembling with fear. She had found refuge in the woman’s kind words and gentle presence, and she knew that she would be safe with her by her side.