Samantha and the Voice

 

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The story is from the writer: Eva

Age classification: +21

The story is a horror

It was a dark and stormy night, and 21-year-old Samantha was alone in her apartment. She had always loved the thrill of a good horror movie, but she never expected to be the star of her own terrifying story.

Samantha had just finished up a long day at work, and she was exhausted. She decided to take a quick nap before starting her evening routine. As she lay down on her bed, she heard a strange noise coming from outside her window. She brushed it off as the wind and closed her eyes.

But the noise persisted, growing louder and more insistent. Samantha reluctantly got up to investigate, peering through the blinds to see a dark figure standing outside her window. She gasped and jumped back, her heart pounding in her chest.

She quickly locked her door and tried to shake off the fear, telling herself it was just her imagination. But she couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching her. She tried to distract herself by watching TV, but the same dark figure appeared on the screen, staring back at her with a sinister grin.

Samantha's phone rang, and she answered it without thinking. It was a man's voice, whispering her name in a menacing tone. She dropped the phone in terror and ran to the bathroom, locking herself inside.

But the man's voice followed her, coming from the other side of the door. He knew her name, her address, and her deepest fears. He taunted her, promising to come for her.

Samantha's mind raced as she tried to think of a way out. She knew she couldn't stay in the bathroom forever. She remembered a window in the back of the apartment, and she quickly climbed out, running as fast as she could through the dark streets.

But the man's voice was still with her, following her every step. She could feel his breath on her neck, and she knew he was closing in. She turned a corner, only to find the dark figure standing before her, a knife in his hand.

Samantha screamed and ran in the opposite direction, her heart pounding in her ears. She didn't stop until she reached the safety of her friend's house. She collapsed on the doorstep, gasping for breath.

But the man's voice was still with her, even as she told her friend what had happened. She knew he would come for her again, and next time, she might not be so lucky.

Samantha never found out who the man was, or how he knew so much about her. But she never forgot the terror of that stormy night, and she never felt truly safe again. She never stopped feeling as if she was being watched, and it was that very feeling that stayed with her for the rest of her life.