It was a dark and stormy night. I was home alone, and I had just finished telling a scary story to my little sister. She had begged me to tell her a story, and I had originally planned to tell her a happy one. But, for some reason, a different story came to mind.
It was an urban legend that I had heard before. It was about a woman who had been brutally murdered by her husband. He had hacked her to pieces with an axe, and then he hid her body parts all around the house. The woman's ghost still haunted the house, and her spectral form could sometimes be seen roaming the halls at night.
I had just finished telling this story to my sister when I heard a noise downstairs. It sounded like something was moving around in the kitchen. I froze in fear, and I didn't know what to do. I was too scared to move, and I didn't want to go downstairs to investigate.
I sat in silence for what felt like an eternity. I was sure that the intruder was still downstairs, and I was terrified that he would come upstairs and find me. I was shaking, and I felt like I was going to vomit.
Finally, I summoned up the courage to move. I slowly got up from the bed and crept towards the door. I opened it a crack and peeked out. I didn't see anything, so I opened the door wider and stepped out into the hall.
I was about to start walking towards the staircase when I heard the noise again. It was definitely coming from the kitchen. I was so scared that I started to cry. I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there and waited.
After a few minutes, the noise stopped, and I cautiously made my way downstairs. I entered the kitchen and looked around, but I didn't see anything out of the ordinary. I was about to leave the room when I heard a noise coming from the pantry.
I slowly approached the door and opened it. I was met with a horrifying sight. There was a man standing there, covered in blood. In his hand, he held an axe. He stared at me with a look of pure evil in his eyes.
I screamed and ran away. I didn't stop until I was outside. I ran to the nearest house and banged on the door. I was hysterical, and I could barely speak. The people who lived there called the police, and I was taken to the hospital.
I never found out what happened to the man with the axe. I like to think that he was caught and is now in jail. But, sometimes, I can't help but wonder if he's still out there, looking for his next victim.