I spun around, but there was no one there. The voice seemed to come from all around me, echoing off the trees. I shook my head, telling myself it was just my imagination playing tricks on me. But the feeling of being watched lingered.
I started the car and drove to the nearest town, my mind racing with questions. Who was behind the strange occurrences in the house? And what did they want from me?
As I pulled into the local diner, I noticed a piece of paper on the passenger seat. It was a note, written in the same handwriting as the previous notes. "Meet me at the old oak tree in the town square at midnight. Come alone."
I crumpled the note in my hand, feeling a surge of fear. Who was playing these games with me? And what did they want?
I tried to shake off the feeling of unease, telling myself it was just a prank. But something about the note seemed sinister. I decided to investigate further.
At midnight, I made my way to the town square, my heart pounding in my chest. The old oak tree loomed above me, its branches creaking in the wind. I looked around, but there was no one in sight.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was a woman, her face obscured by a hoodie. "You're brave to come alone," she said, her voice low and husky.
"Who are you?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.
The woman stepped forward, pulling back her hood. Her face was pale, with piercing green eyes. "I'm someone who knows the truth about the house," she said. "And I'm here to help you."
But before she could say another word, a loud noise echoed through the square. The woman's eyes flicked to the side, and she mouthed a single word. "Run.