Scenario:The rain fell in heavy sheets, drumming against the windows of the old farmhouse. Inside, Sarah sat curled up in a corner of the dimly lit living room, clutching a tattered blanket. The storm outside mirrored the chaos in her mind. She had come to this isolated place to escape, but now she felt more trapped than ever Earlier that evening, she had received a strange message on her phone: “I see you.” At first, she thought it was a prank, but the feeling of being watched was undeniable. She had glanced out the window countless times, searching for shadows in the darkness, but saw nothing The wind howled, causing the old wooden beams to creak ominously. Suddenly, the power flickered, plunging the room into darkness. Heart racing, she fumbled for her phone to use as a flashlight. Just as the screen illuminated, she heard a soft knock at the door, barely audible over the storm “Who could that be?” she whispered to herself, the dread pooling in her stomach. She considered ignoring it, but curiosity got the better of her. Slowly, she approached the door, peering through the peephole. Nothing. Just darkness Taking a deep breath, she opened the door a crack, the hinges protesting loudly. “Hello?” she called out, her voice trembling. No response. Just as she was about to close the door, she noticed a figure standing at the edge of the porch, shrouded in shadows. “Help me,” a low voice pleaded, sending chills down her spine. Without thinking, she swung the door open wider, revealing a man drenched from the rain, his clothes tattered and face obscured. “Please, I need to come in,” he said, his voice urgent Before she could respond, she felt a sudden gust of wind behind her, and the door slammed shut. The man’s eyes widened in fear as he glanced behind her. “You don’t understand. It’s not safe here Panic surged through her. She instinctively locked the door, her heart pounding in her chest. “What do you mean?” she demanded, backing away But before he could answer, the lights flickered back on, revealing the man in full. He looked terrified, as if he had seen something unimaginable. “They’re coming,” he whispered, looking over his shoulder as if expecting something to burst through the door Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed from outside, growing louder, relentless. Sarah's breath hitched as she looked at the man, a mix of fear and confusion in her eyes. “Who’s coming?” He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could utter another word, the door shook violently, rattling the frame. The footsteps stopped. Silence fell, thick and suffocating. Then, a voice—a chilling, familiar voice—called out from the darkness, “Sarah, let me in. I’m here for you.” Her heart sank. She knew that voice. It was her brother, the one she thought had died in the accident. Confusion gripped her as she stood frozen, trapped between the man at the door and the voice of the one she had lost “Don’t let him in!” the stranger shouted, his eyes wild with desperation. “He’s not who you think he is The knock came again, louder this time, and Sarah’s mind raced. The storm outside raged on, but inside, a different kind of storm was brewing—one of secrets, fear, and the haunting unknown. She had to choose, but the answer seemed just out of reach, shrouded in the shadows of the night.