I always knew that I was afraid of loneliness. The thought of being alone in a dark and empty room terrified me beyond belief. I would do anything to avoid being alone, even if it meant sacrificing my own happiness.
One day, I decided to move to a small town in Nevergoogleland. The town was known for its friendly people and tight-knit community. I thought that living in such a place would help ease my fear of loneliness.
I found a small cottage on the outskirts of town and settled in. Everything was going well for the first few weeks. I made friends with my neighbors, went to the local market, and even started writing again.
But one night, everything changed.
I was sitting at my desk, typing away on my laptop when I heard a strange noise coming from outside. It sounded like someone was scratching at my window. Curiosity got the better of me, and I got up to investigate.
As I approached the window, I saw something that made my blood run cold. There, staring back at me with empty eyes, was a creature unlike anything I had ever seen before. It was tall and thin, with long arms that ended in sharp claws. Its skin was pale and cracked, as if it had been dead for centuries.
I tried to scream, but no sound came out. The creature started tapping its claws against the window, as if it was trying to break through the glass. I stumbled backward and fell to the floor, still unable to move or scream.
The tapping continued, getting louder and more frantic with each passing second. I knew that if the creature broke through the window, I would be trapped with it forever.
Suddenly, the tapping stopped. The silence was almost worse than the noise. I slowly got to my feet and cautiously approached the window. To my relief, the creature was gone.
But the fear remained. I knew that I could never be alone again. The thought of that creature returning haunted me day and night. I tried to leave the town, but no matter where I went, it always found me.
In the end, I had no choice but to accept my fate. I became a recluse, never leaving my house and always keeping the lights on. I didn’t want to be alone, but I knew that I would never be able to escape the horror that awaited me outside.