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The static sound the TV fading in. He slowly makes his way through the living room, crawling while leaving a bloody trail. Tries to get a knife from the kitchen but there's no energy left, so he lays there watching the lights from the street dance freely in the ceiling.

Steps reverb from the front door, like a heavy maze stomping on the wood. The crackling sound of the snowy shoes getting louder and louder until silence, and a windy whisper like a silk touch to the ears.

"Shh. Dont make a sound."

The man exhales briefly while regaining some energy to quickly crawl to the back door but it's too late. he should've listen.

A ghostly black hand makes their way from the living room all the way to the back door, grabbing this man by the leg, after it more and more hands grab him completely, he tries to escape but there's no use.

Darkness fades in. The sound of a thick liquid splashing in the floor before silence hits in again. 

... and a whisper.

"Shh."