Love, like an elusive wisp of smoke, weaves its way through the intricate maze of emotions, leaving us ensnared in its enigmatic allure. "Love is an uncertain thing," I mused, my words now accompanied by the rhythmic beat of my racing heart. Love. Is. An. Uncertain. Thing. Each syllable hung in the air, resonating with the intensity of an ancient incantation.
Startled by the intensity of my own thoughts, I attempted to dismiss the haunting echoes reverberating through the dimly lit room. Outside, the tempest raged on, and flashes of lightning illuminated the raindrops racing down the windowpane, mirroring the flickering of the lone bulb overhead.
"Who's there?" I called out into the unsettling darkness, my voice sounding small and feeble amidst the relentless storm. No response came forth, only an eerie silence that seemed to envelope the very essence of the forsaken house.
