In the dimly lit room, Sarah sat alone, her fingers trembling as she tried to focus on the book in her hands. The house creaked around her, the old wooden floorboards protesting the silence. She had always been afraid of the dark, but tonight, it felt different. The shadows seemed to have a life of their own, writhing and twisting in the corners of her vision.
As she turned the page, a sudden chill ran down her spine. She felt a presence behind her, something cold and malevolent. Slowly, she turned her head, but there was nothing there. Just the empty space where the armchair usually stood. She shook her head, trying to dismiss the feeling, but it only grew stronger.
Sarah’s heart pounded in her chest as she clenched her fists, the book slipping from her grasp. She could feel something pressing against her back, a weight that shouldn’t be there. She tried to stand up, but her legs wouldn’t move. Panic set in as she realized she was trapped.
Then, she felt it¡ªa hand, cold and clammy, clenching around her wrist. She screamed, but no sound came out. The hand tightened its grip, pulling her backward. She struggled, but it was no use. The darkness closed in around her, and she could feel the hand dragging her into the void.
Just as she thought she would be consumed by the darkness, the pressure released. She collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath. The room was silent once more, but she knew the hand was still there, waiting for her to let her guard down.
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