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The Misty Stranger
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The streetlights were dim as the mist enclosed it in its mysterious grip. She peered out of her window into the darkness, was there someone out there or was it her imagination?
She had always been fascinated by the night, by the way the shadows played on the walls and the stars twinkled in the sky. She loved to sit by her window and watch the world go by, imagining stories and adventures for the people she saw. But tonight was different. Tonight, she felt a chill in her bones and a fear in her heart. There was something out there, something that did not belong.
She had first noticed it when she heard a faint knock on her door. She ignored it, thinking it was just a prankster or a salesman. But then it came again, louder and more persistent. She got up from her bed and walked towards the door, wondering who could be bothering her at this hour. She looked through the peephole and saw nothing but mist. She shrugged and turned to go back to her room, but then she heard it again. A knock, followed by a voice.
"Please, let me in. I need your help."
She froze, feeling a surge of curiosity and dread. Who was this person? What did they want from her? She looked through the peephole again, but still saw nothing. She decided to ignore it, hoping they would go away. She walked back to her window and pulled the curtains, trying to block out the sound. But then she saw it. A figure, standing in the mist, staring at her window.
She gasped, feeling a shock of recognition. It was him. The man she had met at the library a few days ago. The man who had charmed her with his smile and his stories. The man who had asked her out for coffee and then never showed up. The man who had broken her heart.
What was he doing here? How did he find her? What did he want from her? She felt a mix of anger and fear, wondering if he was here to hurt her or apologize. She wanted to confront him, to ask him why he had lied to her and left her hanging. But she also wanted to hide, to pretend he was not there and forget about him.
She did not know what to do. She felt torn between opening the door and closing it forever. She looked at him again, trying to read his expression. He looked desperate, pleading with his eyes. He raised his hand and knocked again.
"Please, let me in. I need your help."
She hesitated, feeling a tug at her heart. Maybe he was telling the truth. Maybe he had a good reason for his behavior. Maybe he really needed her help.
Or maybe he was lying again.
She made up her mind.
She reached for the door handle and...
There are many possible ways to end this story, but here is one example:
...turned it slowly, opening the door a crack. She peeked outside, seeing him standing there in the mist. He looked relieved, smiling faintly.
"Thank you," he said softly. "You don't know how much this means to me."
She felt a pang of doubt, wondering if she had made a mistake. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say anything, he pushed the door open and grabbed her by the arm.
"Come on," he said urgently. "We have to go."
He dragged her outside, into the misty night.
She screamed, trying to break free from his grip.
"What are you doing?" she cried. "Let me go!"
He ignored her, pulling her along.
"Trust me," he said. "It's for your own good."
She looked around, seeing nothing but fog and darkness.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked.
He did not answer.
He just kept running, taking her deeper into the mist.
The end
© JR2K6
10sep23
The streetlights were dim as the mist enclosed it in its mysterious grip. She peered out of her window into the darkness, was there someone out there or was it her imagination?
She had always been fascinated by the night, by the way the shadows played on the walls and the stars twinkled in the sky. She loved to sit by her window and watch the world go by, imagining stories and adventures for the people she saw. But tonight was different. Tonight, she felt a chill in her bones and a fear in her heart. There was something out there, something that did not belong.
She had first noticed it when she heard a faint knock on her door. She ignored it, thinking it was just a prankster or a salesman. But then it came again, louder and more persistent. She got up from her bed and walked towards the door, wondering who could be bothering her at this hour. She looked through the peephole and saw nothing but mist. She shrugged and turned to go back to her room, but then she heard it again. A knock, followed by a voice.
"Please, let me in. I need your help."
She froze, feeling a surge of curiosity and dread. Who was this person? What did they want from her? She looked through the peephole again, but still saw nothing. She decided to ignore it, hoping they would go away. She walked back to her window and pulled the curtains, trying to block out the sound. But then she saw it. A figure, standing in the mist, staring at her window.
She gasped, feeling a shock of recognition. It was him. The man she had met at the library a few days ago. The man who had charmed her with his smile and his stories. The man who had asked her out for coffee and then never showed up. The man who had broken her heart.
What was he doing here? How did he find her? What did he want from her? She felt a mix of anger and fear, wondering if he was here to hurt her or apologize. She wanted to confront him, to ask him why he had lied to her and left her hanging. But she also wanted to hide, to pretend he was not there and forget about him.
She did not know what to do. She felt torn between opening the door and closing it forever. She looked at him again, trying to read his expression. He looked desperate, pleading with his eyes. He raised his hand and knocked again.
"Please, let me in. I need your help."
She hesitated, feeling a tug at her heart. Maybe he was telling the truth. Maybe he had a good reason for his behavior. Maybe he really needed her help.
Or maybe he was lying again.
She made up her mind.
She reached for the door handle and...
There are many possible ways to end this story, but here is one example:
...turned it slowly, opening the door a crack. She peeked outside, seeing him standing there in the mist. He looked relieved, smiling faintly.
"Thank you," he said softly. "You don't know how much this means to me."
She felt a pang of doubt, wondering if she had made a mistake. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say anything, he pushed the door open and grabbed her by the arm.
"Come on," he said urgently. "We have to go."
He dragged her outside, into the misty night.
She screamed, trying to break free from his grip.
"What are you doing?" she cried. "Let me go!"
He ignored her, pulling her along.
"Trust me," he said. "It's for your own good."
She looked around, seeing nothing but fog and darkness.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked.
He did not answer.
He just kept running, taking her deeper into the mist.
The end
© JR2K6
10sep23
