Let Me In!! [Ongoing And Under Editing]

The Screams

Samantha's room was shrouded in an eerie tension, the cryptic sounds from her laptop now a chilling echo throughout her surroundings. She clung tightly to her pillow, her teeth clenched, and her body shivering, her very presence suggesting an ice-bound presence within the room itself.

A knock broke the heavy silence, resonating through the corridors until it reached Samantha's ears. With a shudder, she navigated the distance to the front door, water seemingly flooding her knees with each step, an unsettling manifestation of her inner turmoil. She opened the door, her relief evident when she recognized the visitor.

"Ah, it's just you, Uncle," Samantha managed, releasing a sigh that betrayed her prior apprehension. Her hand found her chest, fingers momentarily clutching at the fabric there as she calmed her racing heart.

Her uncle's face registered a touch of puzzlement as he regarded her. "Were you expecting someone?" he inquired, the perplexity in his gaze not escaping Samantha's notice.

"No, I just thought I saw blood, and" Samantha's words trailed off as her uncle's interruption caught her off guard.

"Blood? Where?" he asked, a note of urgency edging into his tone. His sudden concern for Samantha's mention of blood raised questions in her mind—did he truly care for her well-being? This unanticipated revelation lingered, shadowing her thoughts.

"Just from the movie I was watching," Samantha replied, a curious expression donning her face as she regarded her uncle's now-reassured countenance.

"It's nothing to worry about, dear. Just enjoy your horror movie. Remember, school tomorrow, so get some rest," her uncle gently advised, an air of relief coloring his words. His demeanor seemed peculiarly off, prompting Samantha's suspicions to take root.

"Alright, Uncle," Samantha acquiesced, though her expression betrayed her lingering curiosity and uncertainty. A hint of suspicion loomed as her uncle's behavior raised questions she couldn't dismiss.

As her uncle disappeared into his room, his bag held in a grip that bespoke urgency, Samantha muttered to herself, "Why is he acting so strange?"

In the confines of his room, Gerrard closed the lights, plunging the space into an ominous darkness. An unsettling banging reverberated, though Samantha remained oblivious to the auditory disturbance, her headphones insulating her from the outside world.

"Help me!" The anguished plea emanated from Gerrard's room, the voice muffled by the door that separated Samantha from the unfolding turmoil.

Samantha's mind raced, her heart pounding in her chest, her knuckles white as she clutched her umbrella like a lifeline. The rhythmic knocks that echoed through her ears couldn't be ignored any longer. She steeled herself, cracked her bedroom door open with cautious determination, and embarked on an exploratory journey towards the source of the disconcerting sounds.

Inside Gerrard's room, a desperate lady's voice echoed, her words forming a chilling chorus of distress. "Please, let me go!"

Samantha's apprehension heightened, and a guttural moan escaped her lips as the eerie utterances reached her ears. Her resolve hardened, and she continued her journey with a sense of dread.

"I heard a lady screaming," Samantha confirmed, her breath quickening as her pulse raced to keep pace with the accelerating beat of her heart. Despite the uncertainty and trepidation that now gripped her, she pressed on.

Her suspicions now confirmed, Samantha approached her uncle's room. Eavesdropping, she listened intently to the unsettling exchange that unfolded within.

"Shut up, you wretched woman! You've wronged so many, and your blood holds the key to my power!" Gerrard's voice, infused with an ominous fervor, pierced the air. The lady's anguished screams continued, punctuating the darkness with raw desperation. Samantha's grip on her umbrella tightened, her trembling fingers giving testament to the growing unease that churned within her.

She retreated, her breath ragged as she hurried back to the refuge of her own room. The door slammed shut, the bolt secured in a gesture of self-preservation. Samantha reached for her phone, her fingers trembling as she dialed her parents, her fear compelling her to seek solace in their voices.

"Mom, un...uncle," Samantha's voice quivered, the words stumbling out as a torrent of emotions cascaded within her.

"Take a deep breath, sweetheart. Calm down, and tell me what's wrong," Miranda's soothing voice coaxed her daughter, attempting to gather the fragments of the tale Samantha sought to convey.

"Uncle he's killing people. In the house. Draining their blood," Samantha's whisper was laden with fear, her voice barely audible as the horrific truth hung heavily in the air.

"Are you absolutely certain? Have you witnessed it firsthand, or is this perhaps a product of your imagination?" Miranda's inquiry was gentle, her response reflecting both concern and understanding of Samantha's penchant for horror movies.

Samantha's desperation surged as she struggled to convey the gravity of her words, the weight of her testimony held hostage by her own fear. "No, Mom, I heard it! I heard him. He's in his room. He's he's doing something terrible!"

John's voice entered the conversation, a mixture of curiosity and skepticism woven into his words. "What's happening? Hand me the phone," he demanded, his tone firmer.

"Dad, Uncle Uncle Gerrard, he's killing people in the house and drinking their blood," Samantha's voice shook as she relayed the terrifying ordeal she had been exposed to.

Her father's response was laced with frustration, his disbelief manifesting in his words. "Really, Samantha? You're accusing your own uncle of something like that? It's like you're living in one of those horror films you love so much. This is ridiculous."

Tears welled in Samantha's eyes as her father's disbelief pierced her like a dagger. "Dad, you don't understand! This time it's real, it's happening to me!"

"Listen here, young lady. That's your uncle you're talking about, and when we get home, there will be no more WiFi, anime, or horror movies for you. Clearly, your mind is playing tricks on you," John's voice bore the weight of a father's frustration and concern, mingled with a degree of exasperation.

"John, perhaps you're being a tad harsh," Miranda interjected, her voice a gentle reminder of the need for understanding.

"The problem, Miranda, is that we're too lenient with her. It's always this wild imagination of hers, these crazy ideas. Why can't she just focus on school like the other kids?" John's voice carried the frustration of a parent trying to understand his daughter's world.

As the conversation reached its crescendo, Samantha listened with a heavy heart, her grip on the phone faltering as a sense of isolation gripped her. She hung up, the room's echoes carrying a cacophony of unsettling sounds that seemed to mimic the chaos within her mind.

Blankets enveloped Samantha, her trembling form cocooned within their folds as the cacophony of voices within the house intensified, a discordant symphony that mirrored the turmoil that had unfurled within her once-tranquil home.