Late one night, Emily sat alone in her dimly lit apartment, the only sound the soft ticking of the clock. She had always been a bit of a scaredy-cat, so when she heard a faint scratching noise coming from the hallway, her heart began to flutter uncontrollably. She told herself it was just the wind, but the scratching grew louder, more insistent.
Curiosity, that dangerous companion of fear, got the better of her. She slowly rose from her chair, clutching a flashlight tightly. The beam of light cut through the darkness as she cautiously approached the hallway. The scratching stopped abruptly, and an eerie silence filled the air. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat a thunderous roar in her ears.
As she reached the end of the hallway, she saw a faint glow emanating from beneath her bedroom door. She hesitated, her mind racing with possibilities. With a deep breath, she pushed the door open. The room was empty, but the glow was coming from her closet. She took a step forward, her heart fluttering even faster.
Suddenly, the closet door swung open on its own, revealing a pair of glowing eyes staring back at her. Emily’s scream was cut short as a cold, bony hand reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her into the darkness. Her last thought was of the strange, fluttering sensation in her chest, as if her heart was trying to escape.
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