his_seduction
The hallway was always quiet at night. Too quiet.
It stretched long and narrow, the dim glow of the kerosene lamp barely pushing back the shadows that crept along its edges. The floorboards groaned beneath unseen footsteps, the air thick with something I couldn't name-something watching.
At first, I told myself it was just my imagination. Shadows danced when the light flickered, old houses made strange noises, and fear was just a trick of the mind.
But I was wrong.
One night, as I lay in bed, staring at the lamp, the shadows moved-**not with** the light, but against it. And then, **they came for me.**
I should have never looked down that hallway. I should have never stayed in that house.
But by the time I realized the truth, it was too late.