You walk in the bitter cold, the night breeze blowing against your frame and making you shiver. You're lost, you have no idea where you are, you don't even know what time it is. All you have are the clothes on your back and the impulsing feeling that you aren't going to make it through the night unless you get out the cold. You can see your hot breath mingle in the cold air in a puff of white cloud, forming in front of you before it dissipates into the atmosphere. It isn't cold to the point snow litters the forest floor and falling to increase the white blanket below but it's enough for you to shiver unwillingly. You look about your surroundings everything's pitch black, the light of the moon barely makes the silhouettes of the trees visible, the feeling of alone pulling at your heart making you feel nauseous. You've been alone for most of your life but the feeling feels a hundred times worse, then another feeling starts to tug at your subconscious, the feeling of being watched.
You look around once more, making sure you aren't being followed to ease your paranoia, finding nothing gives you a slight sense of security but then there's the feeling of being alone again. You can't do much to help this situation. A pinprick of faint orange glow becomes visible in the distance, a small glimmer of hope starts to appear inside you, this small light felt like it's calling to you as you step closer to it, ignoring the harsh winds blowing against you, the need to get somewhere warm urging your body to follow that light, to ignore the feeling of being watched, to ignore the presence of someone close behind you, to be oblivious of the danger that's only a few feet away.
No matter how hard you try, you can't pry yourself away from the ever growing light, past trees and small shrubs you don't notice the figure watching you a few yards away, eyeing your every move. That last sentence is ironic for the stalker has no eyes. 'Why?' You might ask, well no one really knows for sure. All that's known was that your stalker is looking for a new kill or at least a form entertainment on this cold night.
You continue approaching the light, a faint silhouette of something large forming around it, you see a slight glare around the light, like it's near a piece of glass. The silhouette becomes clearer although it's still rather dark, a house- no, a mansion, with large windows that reflects the soft glimmers from the pale white moon. A sigh of relief escapes your lips seeing the mansion, you can barely see the outline of a fairly large porch with a bench on the left, its worn wooden steps creak loudly under your weight as you step towards the door, not caring about how much noise you make thinking whoever is inside will be alerted that someone's outside their door.
You raise a trembling hand and form a fist to knock your knuckles against the paint chipped wood of the door but before your hand can even touch it, the door swings open in a small creaky arc, making it even more obvious that you are here and making you freeze in surprise. Was the door already opened? If so, why? You let go a breath you don't realize you are holding in small shudders, rubbing your arms again that are forming goose bumps, you slightly stick your head inside looking around the dark room for any movements or signs of life.
"H-Hello?" You shiver, "is a-anyone home?" But your only answer is silence.
You cautiously step inside, tiptoeing one after the other until you are finally inside, the door suddenly slams shut and you almost jump three feet in the air, turning around to where the noise came from. You grab the brass knob and try turning it but it won't budge, you try pulling the door as well but it still won't move. You huff in annoyance at the busted door and turn around again, you realize there are candles lighting every corner of the room, giving off another pale orange glow, you didn't see these when you came in and you didn't see the light from outside-the one from outside looks like it was from the first floor-so where did these come from? At this point, you assume no one was home, even if the candles were still lit you don't bother to question why. The cold and fatigue are already settling in and making you feel worse than you already are.
