As you lie in bed, tossing and turning in your struggle to fall asleep, you shift onto your side. That’s when you notice something odd—your window is open, the curtains billowing softly in the night breeze. A chill runs down your spine as you murmur to yourself, “I swear the window was shut.”

Your eyes drift outside, and that’s when you see him. A figure in a white hoodie stands motionless in your backyard, shrouded in shadow. Panic flutters in your chest, but you manage to quietly slip out of bed and head downstairs. Grabbing a kitchen knife from the counter, your trembling hands struggle to steady the blade.

Then comes the knock.

Bang. Bang.

The sound echoes through the house, sending a jolt of fear straight to your core. Your heart pounds as the knocks grow louder and more urgent, each one reverberating like a warning.

Frozen, you pace nervously, clutching the knife tightly. “What do I do?” you whisper under your breath, fear clouding your thoughts. Summoning courage, you decide to go back upstairs to grab your phone and call the police.

But just as your foot lands on the first step, a deafening crash shatters the silence. The sound of glass breaking fills the house, coming from the direction of the living room.

You’re no longer alone.