The Uncanny Visitor

On a stormy night, the old mansion creaked and groaned as if it were alive. Emily, the caretaker, had lived here for years, but tonight felt different. She was in the kitchen, trying to light a candle when she heard it¡ªa soft, rhythmic tapping on the window. She turned, her heart pounding. There, in the rain-soaked glass, was a face. A face that seemed both familiar and alien, with eyes that seemed to pierce through her soul. She tried to scream, but no sound came out. The face smiled, and then it gone was. Emily ran to the door, but it was locked from the inside. She turned back to the window, but there was no face, only the relentless rain. She knew then that she was not alone in the mansion. The uncanny had come to visit.