A house in a neighborhood at night

A house in a neighborhood at night

A house in a neighborhood at night

A ghost in the house

A ghost in a house

A ghost in a house

A man a his trying to open his do fast and a scary man at his driveway

A man a his trying to open his do fast and a scary man at his driveway

He finally reached his house, the front door just within reach. He fumbled with his keys, hands shaking uncontrollably as the footsteps slowed to a stop right behind him. The air around him felt colder, denser, like something was looming just over his shoulder

Liam’s breaths came in short, ragged gasps as he dashed into the park, hoping to lose the stranger in the maze of paths and trees. But the footsteps never wavered, never fell behind. It was as if the stranger knew every move Liam would make before he made it

Liam’s breaths came in short, ragged gasps as he dashed into the park, hoping to lose the stranger in the maze of paths and trees. But the footsteps never wavered, never fell behind. It was as if the stranger knew every move Liam would make before he made it

He reached the edge of the neighborhood park, where the streetlights flickered weakly. There, in the dim light, he saw a shadowy figure at the edge of his vision, just out of sight whenever he turned his head. The figure seemed to melt into the darkness, reappearing only when Liam wasn't looking directly at it.

He reached the edge of the neighborhood park, where the streetlights flickered weakly. There, in the dim light, he saw a shadowy figure at the edge of his vision, just out of sight whenever he turned his head. The figure seemed to melt into the darkness, reappearing only when Liam wasn't looking directly at it.

As he walked, Liam became aware of another set of footsteps behind him. At first, he thought it was just his imagination, but the sound was unmistakable—a soft, steady rhythm that mirrored his own. His heart began to pound in his chest as he glanced over his shoulder, but all he saw was the empty street stretching out behind him. He tried to convince himself it was nothing, maybe just an echo or a trick of the wind. But the footsteps grew louder, closer, with every step he took. Panic set in, and he broke into a run, not daring to look back again. The footsteps matched his speed, keeping pace with him as if taunting him.

As he walked, Liam became aware of another set of footsteps behind him. At first, he thought it was just his imagination, but the sound was unmistakable—a soft, steady rhythm that mirrored his own. His heart began to pound in his chest as he glanced over his shoulder, but all he saw was the empty street stretching out behind him. He tried to convince himself it was nothing, maybe just an echo or a trick of the wind. But the footsteps grew louder, closer, with every step he took. Panic set in, and he broke into a run, not daring to look back again. The footsteps matched his speed, keeping pace with him as if taunting him.

Liam felt uneasy, the kind of uneasy that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching him. He quickened his pace, the soles of his sneakers slapping against the pavement, echoing in the stillness of the night. With color

Liam felt uneasy, the kind of uneasy that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching him. He quickened his pace, the soles of his sneakers slapping against the pavement, echoing in the stillness of the night.

The sun had just dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the quiet suburban streets. A teenage boy, Liam, was walking home alone after staying late at a friend's house. The cool evening breeze whispered through the trees, and the once familiar path seemed eerily different in the dim light.