It was a dark and stormy night. The wind howled outside, and the rain beat against the windows. You were alone in your house, reading a book by the fire, when suddenly you heard a shrill sound of someone screeching loud. You froze with fear, wondering if it was real or just your imagination. The sound of dogs howling made you even more anxious. You remembered the stories about a young girl who was brutally murdered by her landlord, and whose ghost still roamed the area seeking revenge. People who had stayed in the cottage before had reported hearing the screams and shouts of a girl far away, and some even claimed that the blood-stained girl knocked on their doors, crying for help.

As you sat there, you heard a loud banging on your door. You were terrified, thinking that the ghost was not going to leave you alone. You ran and hid under the table, hoping that the ghost would not find you. Fear had engulfed you, and you felt helpless. Suddenly, you heard footsteps approaching, and you realized that you were not alone in the house. You held your breath, waiting for what was to come.

As the footsteps grew closer, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. You tried to calm yourself down, but the fear was too great. Suddenly, the door burst open, and a figure appeared in the doorway. You couldn't make out who it was, but you could see the glint of a knife in their hand. You were paralyzed with fear, unable to move or speak. The figure slowly approached you, the knife gleaming in the dim light. Just as they were about to strike, the lights flickered on, and you saw that it was just a prank by your friends.