Frozen in Disbelief

My eyes widened as I tried to process the figure in the shadows. My body wanted to run, but my legs refused to obey. Everything in the room felt charged with tension, every creak of the floor sounding like a gunshot in my ears.

I couldn’t tell if it was real or my imagination playing tricks, but one thing was clear: I was no longer safe in what I thought was my ordinary, familiar evening. The world had shifted in a heartbeat, and I was caught in a scene that felt like it came straight from a thriller.

Minutes—or maybe hours—passed. My breathing grew ragged. Every instinct told me to act, but fear rooted me to the spot. The figure didn’t move, didn’t speak, just lingered, as if waiting for me to decide the next move.