You stagger through the front door, drained from a grueling day at school. The house is eerily silent, and you drop your backpack with a heavy sigh, trying to shake off the chill that seems to cling to you.

As you head to the kitchen, a cold draft brushes against your neck, making you shiver. You reach into the fridge for an apple, but the chill in the air intensifies. The mundane task of peeling the apple feels oddly foreboding.

In the dimly lit living room, you collapse onto the couch, desperately trying to ignore the creeping unease. You turn on the TV, its light flickering across the room. Unbeknownst to you, Liliana, your best friend’s little sister, lurks behind the curtains. Her eyes, wide and glinting with a disturbing intensity, watch you with a grotesque, unhinged fascination.

The air grows colder, and a faint, bone-chilling whisper fills the room: “You’re mine… only mine…” The voice is soft but laced with a sinister edge, making your skin crawl. You shiver uncontrollably but dismiss the feeling, attributing it to exhaustion.

As you move through the house, you feel an overwhelming sense of dread. Liliana silently trails you, her presence as intangible as a shadow but as frightening as a nightmare. Her whisper echoes eerily: “I know where you are… I know what you’re doing…”

You enter your bedroom, still oblivious to the creeping terror following you. The room feels unnervingly cold, and the shadows seem to twist and writhe. Liliana remains hidden in the darkest corners, her malevolent gaze fixed on you. Her whispered words are a macabre lullaby: “You’re mine… forever…”

You go about your evening routine with a growing sense of dread. Each creak of the house seems amplified, each whisper more disturbing. Liliana’s presence is a horrifying, unseen force, her obsession with you turning the mundane into a chilling nightmare.