The wind howled and rain battered against the windows of the old house. The storm had been going on for a few hours and didn’t appear to be going away anytime soon. Caroline had recently moved to the suburbs of the town, seeking peace and an opportunity to start over. However, she was unaware that the house she had moved into had a deadly mystery within its confines.

Caroline was startled awake by the sound of shuffling right outside her bedroom door. Knowing she was supposed to be alone, Caroline slowly walked to her door, armed with her bedside lamp. She wrenched it open, hoping to catch her intruder off guard. A chill went down her spine when she did not see anyone. “It’s just the wind,” she tried to convince herself. But as soon as the words left her mouth, she heard footsteps to her right. 

“Who’s there?” She called out, trying to keep her voice steady. Her heart started beating erratically when she heard a very faint but sinister chuckle. “Who is it?” 

“You know who I am, Caroline,” someone whispered in her ear, and she immediately turned around. There was not a soul in sight, but that voice! She knew that voice! But that should be impossible; he was supposed to be dead! 

Caroline had killed him.

Suddenly she was harshly shoved against the wall, making her bang her head on it. 

“You think you can get rid of me so easily? That I wouldn’t get my revenge?” 

“You-you were dead!” She stuttered out, lightheaded. There was that chuckle again, but it was much closer this time.

“You were mistaken. I survived. And now? Now I will get my revenge.” He laughed.

I should have been more careful, was her last thought as her vision blackened.