It was a dark and stormy night. The wind howled through the trees and lightning flashed across the sky. Inside the old, abandoned house, a figure stirred.
The figure was a young woman, dressed in a white dress with a hood that covered her face. She slowly made her way through the house, searching for something. As she walked, she felt a chill in the air that made her shiver.
Suddenly, she heard a noise behind her. She spun around and saw a tall, dark figure standing in the shadows. She screamed and ran, but the figure followed her. She stumbled in the darkness and fell to her knees.
The figure stepped closer and she could see it was a man dressed in a black cloak with a pale, deathly face. He reached out and touched her face, sending a chill down her spine. She scrambled to her feet and ran from the room.
She raced through the house, frantically searching for a way out. She heard the figure's heavy footsteps behind her and she screamed for help. But her cries were lost in the howling wind.
Finally, she found a window and threw it open. She scrambled out and ran into the night. She heard the figure's voice behind her, chanting an ancient, evil spell. She ran faster, but it seemed like the figure was gaining on her.
Suddenly, the figure disappeared. The woman stopped and looked around, but the figure was nowhere to be seen. She breathed a sigh of relief and started walking back to the house.
But when she reached the house, she saw that the figure had been waiting for her. He stepped out of the shadows and grabbed her arm. She screamed and tried to pull away, but he held her tightly.
"You will never escape," he said in a low, menacing voice. "Tonight, you will join me in the darkness forever."
The woman screamed and tried to fight back, but it was no use. The figure dragged her back into the house and she was never seen again.