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The Unseen Visitor Story for Kids

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It was the kind of night that seemed to stretch on forever—cold, quiet, and shrouded in darkness. Sarah sat alone in her small apartment, the hum of the refrigerator the only sound in the room.

 

She had just moved to the city a few weeks ago and was still adjusting to the loneliness that came with living in a new place. The apartment, though small, was perfect for her—a cozy, one-bedroom unit on the top floor of an old building. The kind of place that seemed full of character and stories.

As Sarah curled up on the couch with a book, she noticed the silence around her. It wasn’t the usual quiet; it felt… unnatural. She looked at the clock—midnight.

She had heard rumors that strange things sometimes happened in the building, but she hadn’t believed any of them. Still, the hair on the back of her neck stood up as she felt an odd presence, like someone was watching her from the shadows.

She tried to push the feeling aside, focusing on the pages of her book, but the air felt thick, like it was pressing in on her. Suddenly, the lights flickered. Once, twice. Sarah froze, her heart skipping a beat. She looked toward the kitchen, where the light above the stove had dimmed and then gone out entirely.

“Must be a power surge,” she muttered to herself, trying to convince herself there was a logical explanation. She stood up to grab a flashlight, but as she moved through the living room, something caught her eye.

At the far corner of the room, just beyond the reach of the dim lamp on the side table, she saw a shadow. A dark figure, standing completely still. It was shaped like a person but seemed more like a blot of darkness than a solid form.

She blinked, and the figure was gone. Her heart thudded in her chest as she rubbed her eyes, wondering if she had imagined it. But the cold sensation on the back of her neck was unmistakable—it was as though something was still there, waiting.

Feeling uneasy, Sarah grabbed the flashlight and headed toward the kitchen. The room felt colder than usual, and the hairs on her arms stood up as she walked through the hallway.

As she passed the bathroom door, she heard it—a soft, almost inaudible sound. It was a whisper. The voice was faint, like someone was speaking from the other side of the wall.

“Help me…”

She froze, the flashlight trembling in her hand. The voice had been clear, but it was so quiet, so distant, that she wasn’t sure if she had actually heard it or if it was all in her head.

She stood there for a long moment, listening. The house was completely still, but the air was thick with something she couldn’t explain. Something was wrong.

Sarah took a deep breath and decided to ignore the strange feeling. She had lived in the building for weeks, and nothing unusual had happened before. Maybe it was just the stress of moving to a new place getting to her.

But that night, as she lay in bed, trying to fall asleep, she heard it again. A knock. Soft at first, barely audible. Then louder, closer, and more insistent. It came from the front door. Sarah’s eyes snapped open, her heart pounding in her chest. Who could be at her door at this hour?

She climbed out of bed and walked cautiously toward the door, the sound of the knocks growing louder with every step. When she reached the door, she hesitated. No one had visited her since she moved in, and she certainly wasn’t expecting anyone.

The knocks stopped, and the silence that followed was even more unsettling. Sarah felt an icy chill run down her spine as she placed her hand on the doorknob. She turned it slowly, heart racing.

The hallway outside was empty.

She looked down both sides of the corridor—no one was there. The apartment complex was silent, no footsteps, no voices, just the eerie quiet of the night.

She closed the door, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. But as she locked the door, she caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye.

A shadow. It was standing at the end of the hallway, right where the stairs led up to the rooftop. The shape was like the one she had seen earlier—a dark silhouette of a person, standing still in the dim light.

She turned quickly, hoping it was just her mind playing tricks on her. But when she looked back, the shadow was gone.

The next few days were uneventful, but Sarah couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right in the apartment.

The strange occurrences continued—flickering lights, cold spots, and that unsettling sense of being watched. Every time she entered the hallway, she felt as if someone was just behind her, following her, waiting for her to turn around.

One evening, after returning from work, Sarah found something that made her blood run cold. On the kitchen counter, a small note was placed neatly. She hadn’t left it there. She hadn’t even been in the kitchen since the morning. Her hands shook as she picked up the note, reading the words written in messy handwriting:

“I’m waiting for you.”

Her stomach dropped. The writing was unfamiliar, but it felt like a message meant only for her. She could feel the chill in the air grow colder, the weight of the building pressing down on her. She grabbed the flashlight again, her only comfort in the growing darkness, and headed for the stairs leading to the rooftop.

Sarah didn’t know why she felt compelled to go up there, but something told her that the answers were waiting. She climbed the stairs, her footsteps echoing in the stillness. When she reached the top, she pushed open the door to the roof.

The moonlight bathed the rooftop in pale light, but the air was thick with a sense of dread. As she stepped onto the roof, she felt the wind pick up, but it wasn’t the breeze that made her shiver. It was the unmistakable feeling that she wasn’t alone.

And then she saw it.

Standing at the edge of the roof was the figure. The same shadow she had seen before. It was tall and thin, its features indistinguishable, like it was made of darkness itself. The figure turned slowly to face her, and Sarah’s heart skipped a beat. There was no face, just an empty void where eyes should be. It reached out toward her with long, thin arms, its movements jerky and unnatural.

“Why are you here?” Sarah whispered, barely able to speak.

The shadow didn’t respond, but she felt a coldness fill the space between them. The wind howled around her, but the figure remained still, its presence suffocating.

And then, in a voice colder than anything she had ever felt, the shadow spoke.

“I never left.”

Before Sarah could react, the shadow lunged toward her. She screamed, stumbling backward, but the next thing she knew, she was back in her apartment, standing in the middle of the living room. The door was locked, the hallway empty. The note on the counter was gone.

The silence in the apartment was deafening. Sarah’s breath came in ragged gasps, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. She had no explanation, no reason for the things she had seen. But deep down, she knew the truth.

The shadow had always been there. And it was waiting for her.

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