The next few days were filled with strange occurrences that left Emily and John on edge. Doors would slam shut on their own, objects would move inexplicably, and strange noises could be heard throughout the house at all hours of the day and night.

Emily tried to rationalize the strange events, telling herself that it was just the old house settling, or perhaps some kind of wild animal that had found its way inside. But as the days went on, she couldn't ignore the growing sense of dread that seemed to permeate every corner of the house.

One night, as Emily was getting ready for bed, she heard a soft whisper coming from the corner of the room. She turned around and saw a figure standing in the shadows, its face obscured by darkness.

"Who are you?" Emily asked, her voice shaking.

The figure didn't answer, but instead began to move toward her, its footsteps slow and deliberate.

Emily stumbled back, her heart pounding in her chest. She reached out to turn on the lamp, but when she did, the figure was gone.

Emily ran to the door, her hands shaking as she fumbled with the handle. But when she finally got it open, she found herself face-to-face with the ghostly figure.

It was a woman, with long dark hair and a white nightgown that seemed to glow in the moonlight. Her face was twisted into a grotesque snarl, and her eyes were filled with an otherworldly rage.

Emily tried to scream, but no sound would come out. She could feel the woman's breath on her face, and she knew that she was in grave danger.

Suddenly, the figure vanished, leaving Emily alone in the hallway. She stumbled back into her room, shaking with fear.