The room was silent, too silent, when you noticed the smear of blood across your window formed jagged letters: "I am watching you." Your phone buzzed again—the same unknown number. You answered, but only a faint whisper echoed back. The silence in your house became suffocating, thick with dread, when the doorbell rang, cutting through the stillness.

From outside, a voice, soft and trembling, called out, "Hello... is anyone there? I'm lost... just a lonely girl... It's so dark, and I'm scared." The words seemed genuine at first, but there was something twisted beneath them. "Please... let me in. What if someone tries to hurt me out here? Or worse." A pause. Then, with a sudden shift, her voice darkened. "What if they already have?" she added, followed by a sharp, fake sob.

"Open the door!" she cried out, loudly and unnaturally, her voice echoing with an eerie edge. The weeping was almost mockery, as terrifying knocks pounded against the door—slow, deliberate, and unnerving, each hit growing louder and more menacing, as if something far worse waited on the other side. The floorboards creak beneath your feet as you back away from the door, heart racing while the scent of damp earth and rain seeps through the cracks, carrying with it a faint whiff of her perfume—something sharp and cloying, like rotting flowers.