Emily had always been skeptical of the supernatural, until the night her legs gave way beneath her for no apparent reason. She was walking home from a late shift at the library when it happened. One moment she was strolling down the dimly lit street, and the next, her legs buckled, and she collapsed to the ground, unable to move. Panic set in as she tried to stand, but her legs simply wouldn¡¯t respond. She could feel an invisible force pressing down on her, pinning her to the pavement.
As she lay there, she noticed something even more terrifying. Shadows seemed to gather around her, forming a vague, menacing shape. It was as if the darkness itself had taken on a life of its own. Emily¡¯s mind raced, trying to find a rational explanation, but there was none. The entity, whatever it was, seemed to be feeding off her fear, growing stronger with each passing second.
Just when she thought she couldn¡¯t take it anymore, the pressure on her legs suddenly released. She scrambled to her feet and ran, not daring to look back. When she finally reached the safety of her home, she locked the door and collapsed against it, tears streaming down her face.
From that night on, Emily could never shake the feeling that something was watching her, waiting for the right moment to strike again. And every time she felt her legs start to buckle, she knew it was the entity, lurking just beyond the edge of her vision, reminding her that it was always there, waiting.
