That night came too quicklyIsabella lay in bed again, staring at the ceiling.The same creaks.The same silence.But now—She was listening for it.
Waiting.
"Okay," she whispered.
"If something's there… just show yourself."The words sounded braver than she felt.Silence.Minutes passed.Or maybe longer.Time felt strange.
Then—A sound.Soft.Close.
"…Isabella…"Her breath caught.It was clearer this time.Not imagined.Not distant.She sat up slowly.
"Who's there?" she asked.Her voice shook.But then the door creaked.Just slightly.Isabella stared at it.
"I didn't leave it open…"Her heart pounded in her chest.
"…hello?" she called again.
The door opened a little more.The hallway beyond was dark.Too dark.Like the light from her room refused to reach it.She swallowed hard.
"This is stupid," she whispered.
"It's just the wind."But there was no wind.The whisper came again.Right outside.
"…come…"Her entire body went cold.
"Come where?" she asked, barely able to speak.
No answer.Just the door
Opening wider.
Isabella stood slowly, her legs unsteady.Every instinct told her not to move.Not to go near it.Not to listen.But something else something deeper pulled at her.She took one step forward.Then another.The hallway stretched endlessly into darkness.And for a brief moment she thought she saw something move.
A shape.
Tall.
Watching.
She gasped and stepped back.The door slammed shut.Silence.Isabella stood there, frozen.Her breath uneven.Her hands trembling.
"That's not normal," she whispered.And deep down, She knew.This wasn't just fear.Something had called her.And it wasn't done yet.