Screams of Horror

Shadows in the Night

The darkness crept in like a living entity, shrouding Ravenswood in an unsettling gloom. As night fell, the streets emptied, and the trees seemed to twist and writhe in the flickering streetlights. Victor hunched over his desk, pouring over dusty old books and scribbled notes, trying to make sense of the eerie legend. But the words blurred together as he rubbed his tired eyes, but the fatigue lingered. Suddenly, a faint scratching noise echoed from outside his window. It sounded like fingernails on wood. Victor's heart skipped a beat as he pushed aside the curtain to peer into the shadows, just beyond the reach of the streetlight. Victor froze, his mind racing. The figure didn't move, but he sensed its gaze fixed on him. As he stood there, paralyzed with fear, the scratching stopped. The figure vanished into the darkness, leaving behind an unsettling feeling of being marked. Victor knew he had to uncover the truth behind the legend, but the darkness closing in around him made him wonder if he was ready for what lay ahead. He tried to shake off the feeling, telling himself it was just his imagination, but the shadows seemed to pulse with a sinister life of their own.

Word Count:- 207 words