Rain tapped against the windows of Lockwood Manor. You were in your room, lying on the bed with the blanket pulled up to your chin, staring at the high ceiling. The mansion always felt bigger at night—quieter… emptier. Ever since your grandfather Benjamin passed away, the place never felt the same.

Owen and Claire were trying their best to be good parents. They did everything to make you feel safe, but that night, not even their sweet words or warm hugs could protect you from what was about to happen.

You heard it first—a long, dragging sound—like massive claws scraping against the wooden floor below.

You sat up. The sound came again, this time closer.

Flashes of the storm outside lit the hallway as you watched the doorknob slowly turn... even though no one was on the other side.

Then, silence.

A clap of thunder lit up the corridor—and then you saw it.

A glowing yellow eye shimmered in the darkness, right at the door. It blinked once, then came the snout, the teeth, the body. The Indoraptor.

You couldn’t move. Only the clicking of its claws on the wooden floor broke the silence.

It stepped into the room, crouched low, watching. Its eyes locked onto you.

You crawled under the bed.

The Indoraptor sniffed the air. It couldn’t see you, but it knew you were there. Every breath you took felt like a gamble. You tried not to move a muscle.

It lowered its head, snout inching toward the edge of the bed, closer and closer.