and in a voice that was both many and none, it replied, "You."

The figure's lips twisted into a grotesque smile,

Summoning all his courage, Mark spoke to it, demanding to know what it wanted.

Summoning all his courage, Mark spoke to it, demanding to know what it wanted.

more solid and terrifying than ever. Its hollow eyes seemed to pierce into Mark’s soul. in room

more solid and terrifying than ever. Its hollow eyes seemed to pierce into Mark’s soul.

. The house felt like a tomb, silent and foreboding. The figure awaited him in the office,

. As he entered the abandoned home, the air grew thick with tension.

Mark's last hope was to return to his old house, believing that confronting the entity where it first appeared might provide some answers

Mark's last hope was to return to his old house, believing that confronting the entity where it first appeared might provide some answers

something that fed on fear and despair.

Both left shaken, unable to provide any relief. The medium warned Mark that the figure was not just a spirit but something much darker

Both left shaken, unable to provide any relief. The medium warned Mark that the figure was not just a spirit but something much darker

Both left shaken, unable to provide any relief.

Both left shaken, unable to provide any relief.

He sought help from a local priest, who performed a blessing on the house, and a medium, who attempted to communicate with the entity

He sought help from a local priest, who performed a blessing on the house, and a medium, who attempted to communicate with the entity

Every attempt to rid himself of the entity only seemed to make it stronger, more daring.

only to find the message gone when he returned with a cloth to wipe it away

only to find the message gone when he returned with a cloth to wipe it away

He stumbled out, dripping wet and trembling

One evening, while taking a shower, Mark noticed words written in the fog on the bathroom mirror

cold spots appeared in warm rooms, and an oppressive sense of being watched grew stronger

They grew louder each night, filling his head with their relentless persistence.

They grew louder each night, filling his head with their relentless persistence.

, faint scratching noises would emanate from the walls, the floor, even the ceiling above his bed

The worst was the scratching. At night, just as Mark would start to drift to sleep,

The worst was the scratching. At night, just as Mark would start to drift to sleep,

cold spots appeared in warm rooms, and an oppressive sense of being watched grew stronger

: objects in his new home moved on their own

Mark began to experience unexplainable phenomena: objects in his new home moved on their own

The figure's torment didn't stop with mere appearances

and the whisper of his name would echo in his mind, a chilling reminder that some shadows never fade.

Sometimes, late at night, he would catch a glimpse of a shadow in his new home

But the memory of those hollow eyes haunted him.

In his new home, Mark tried to start afresh, filling his days with light and company