Evelyn Carter sat curled up on the couch, her book forgotten as a sudden, sharp knock echoed through the quiet house. She glanced at the clock, heart racing, wondering who could be at the door at such an hour. "Who could that be?" she murmured to herself, setting the book aside and rising cautiously.
Evelyn hesitated for a moment, pressing her ear against the door, straining to hear any sign of movement outside. Silence greeted her, deep and unsettling. She took a deep breath and peeked through the peephole, seeing nothing but an empty porch. "Is someone there?" she called out, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Let me in," the voice implored, sending a shiver down Evelyn's spine. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stepped back, watching in horror as the knocking turned into a loud, persistent banging. The door trembled with each thud, and the walls seemed to vibrate in response.
Evelyn stumbled back, her mind racing as the handle turned slowly, almost mockingly. She wanted to run, to hide, but her feet felt rooted to the spot. The door creaked open slightly, revealing nothing but darkness beyond. "This can't be real," she whispered to herself, her voice trembling with fear.
Evelyn watched, frozen in terror, as the figure stepped inside, its presence filling the room with an overwhelming sense of dread. The shadows seemed to cling to it, obscuring any details, leaving only a vague silhouette that loomed ominously in the doorway. The room seemed to grow darker, the air heavy with foreboding.
Evelyn backed away slowly, her eyes wide with fear, unable to tear her gaze away from the figure. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the sound of her own ragged breathing. The figure paused, as if sensing her fear, and the air seemed to pulse with its presence. In a final, chilling moment, the screen cuts to black, leaving only the sound of a whispered command lingering in the darkness. "Let me in," it repeated softly.
