In the quiet town of Black Hollow, there was an old cabin at the edge of the woods. No one lived there, yet lights flickered inside at night, and shadows moved behind the windows. Lena, a travel blogger seeking abandoned places, ignored the warnings and decided to spend the night there. Armed with a flashlight and her camera, she pushed open the creaky door. Dust danced in the air, and the wooden floor groaned under her weight.
Everything seemed normal—until midnight.
The Knock at the Door
As Lena reviewed her footage, a soft knock echoed through the house. She froze.
There was no one outside.
She dismissed it as the wind and locked the door. But moments later, the knock returned—louder this time.
Then, a whisper.
"Let me in."
Her breath caught. The voice was neither male nor female, neither young nor old. It was something else entirely.
A Presence Unseen
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