16th Aug 2025
One stormy night, a girl named Clara knocked on an old door. "Please let me in!" she shouted, shivering from the cold. The door creaked open, revealing a kind old lady with gray hair tied in a bun. "Come in, dear!" the lady smiled warmly, ushering Clara inside. The cozy living room was filled with warmth, and the lady offered Clara soft blankets and fresh clothes for the night, making her feel safe and cared for.
At 2:30 AM, the wind howled loudly outside, causing the old window to fly open. Clara sat up, frightened as leaves danced in the dark. She tiptoed to the window, peeking out into the night. Suddenly, she saw a black figure lurking in the shadows! Heart racing, she rushed to wake the old lady, but when she looked around, the bed was empty. Just then, the figure knocked on the door, sending a chill down Clara's spine. She opened the door to find the old lady standing there, looking puzzled. Clara let her in and went back to bed, feeling relieved. But at 3:00 AM, the lady shook her awake, whispering, “I think someone else is in this house.” When a strange figure stepped into the room, it looked just like the old lady!
NEVER LET STRANGERS IN.
Clara gasped, staring at the two identical old ladies, unsure of what to do. The first old lady, the one she knew, stepped forward bravely. 'You must be a trick of the storm,' she declared, her voice firm. The strange figure simply smiled, its eyes glinting like cold marbles. 'I am here to test your kindness,' it said, its voice echoing eerily, 'and you have passed.'
With that, the figure shimmered, blurring like a fog lifting in the morning sun, until it vanished entirely. Clara blinked, her heart slowly calming, as the real old lady turned to her with a gentle smile. 'Sometimes, the storm brings more than just rain,' she said softly, patting Clara's hand. Clara nodded, feeling a warm glow of courage and gratitude fill her. The storm outside seemed to quiet, as if recognizing the bravery within the tiny house.
