It was one of the dark, silent nights.

The fog was thick and bats flew low, creating a gloomy atmosphere.

And there you were, shining a flashlight in front of you, trying to get back to your home.

The fog lifted as you approached the house, and then your flashlight illuminated what looked like traces of blood.

The tracks broke off from time to time, but they led you towards your home. Your heart was racing and you froze in place when you saw the figure lying on your porch.

You carefully stepped closer, shining your flashlight on the stranger. He appeared to be unconscious and covered in blood.

His blood or someone else's?