𝗡𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗛𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀

chapter :1 the unseen visitor

The night was unusually quiet, and I sat alone in my dimly lit apartment, the soft glow of my laptop screen casting eerie shadows across the room. Seeking solace after my recent breakup, I had moved into an old building on the outskirts of town. The walls here seemed to whisper ancient secrets, and the creaks and groans of the building echoed like distant memories. However, the silence tonight was unsettling, as if the building held its breath in anticipation of something unknown.

As I scrolled through job listings, trying to distract myself, a faint sound echoed from the hallway. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. It sounded like footsteps, but there was no one else in the building-or so I thought. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Was the old building just settling, or was it something more sinister? I dismissed it as nerves and tried to focus on the screen in front of me.

But then, a whisper floated through the air-a voice I couldn't quite place, speaking words I couldn't understand. Goosebumps prickled my arms. Fear gripped me, but curiosity kept me rooted to the chair. The voice seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once, faint yet unmistakably present. My rational mind struggled to explain it away, but deep down, I knew something wasn't right.

A sudden chill made the room feel even darker. My screen flickered, briefly illuminating a figure standing in the doorway-the figure disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Trembling, I reached for my phone, ready to dial 911, but there was no signal. Panic surged through me. Was this some kind of elaborate prank, or was I truly in danger?

With trembling hands, I grabbed a flashlight from my desk drawer and cautiously approached the door. The corridor stretched before me, silent and empty. Doubts crept into my mind-was it all just my imagination, fueled by the stress of recent events? Then, a cold draft brushed my neck, and I saw the hallway door slowly close on its own, as if pushed by an unseen force.

Heart pounding, I realized I wasn't alone. Someone-or something-was hiding in the shadows of my new home, watching and waiting. The air grew heavy with a palpable sense of unease. Every instinct screamed at me to run, to flee from whatever lurked in the darkness. But fear rooted me to the spot, my mind racing with unanswered questions and primal dread.

As I stood there shaking, I strained to see into the darkness beyond the doorway. Shadows seemed to shift and twist, taking on sinister shapes that danced at the edge of my vision. The silence was suffocating, broken only by the sound of my own ragged breaths. What was it? Why was it here? These questions echoed in my mind, unanswered and terrifying.

Time seemed to stretch into eternity as I stood frozen in place, caught between curiosity and terror. Every nerve in my body screamed for me to retreat, to find safety elsewhere. But curiosity, that insatiable human trait, compelled me forward. With hesitant steps, I ventured into the hallway, the beam of my flashlight cutting through the darkness like a fragile lifeline.

The walls seemed to close in around me, their peeling wallpaper and cracked paint whispering tales of forgotten lives. Each step echoed loudly in the silence, amplifying the pounding of my heart. Every corner held the promise of discovery-or danger. I strained to listen, hoping for any clue that might explain the inexplicable events of the night.

Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the whispering voice returned-a soft murmur that sent shivers down my spine. This time, I could almost make out the words, though their meaning eluded me. It was a language unfamiliar yet hauntingly familiar, like a half-remembered dream. The realization dawned on me with chilling clarity: whatever lurked in the shadows was trying to communicate.

With renewed determination, I pressed forward, my flashlight sweeping over the empty corridor. Shadows danced and flickered, playing tricks on my senses. Was it my imagination, or did the darkness seem to pulse with a malevolent energy? I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched, studied by eyes that saw beyond mere flesh and bone.

Heart racing, I reached the end of the hallway. The door to the stairwell loomed before me, its ancient wood groaning as if in protest. Every fiber of my being screamed for me to turn back, to retreat to the safety of my apartment. But something drew me onward, a gnawing curiosity mingled with dread.

As I stood at the threshold, the air grew colder, and a presence seemed to materialize beside me-a fleeting shadow, gone in an instant. I gasped, my breath fogging in the chill. There was no denying it now: I was not alone. The invisible visitor had made its presence known, leaving me with more questions than answers.

Dear reader's,

Welcome to "The Invisible Visitor"! This story delves into themes of suspense, mystery, and the supernatural. Join me on this chilling journey as we unravel the secrets hidden within the old building where our protagonist seeks solace. I hope you enjoy the eerie atmosphere and unexpected twists that await. Your feedback and comments are greatly appreciated-they inspire me to continue crafting stories that keep you on the edge of your seat.

Happy reading!