It was a dark and stormy night, the kind of night that makes you want to curl up under the covers and never come out. But for Jessica, there was no escaping the horror that awaited her.

As she made her way home from a late night at work, the wind howled and the rain beat down on her relentlessly. She could barely see in front of her, but she knew she had to keep moving forward.

As she turned the corner onto her street, she saw something that made her blood run cold. A figure, hunched over and shrouded in darkness, was waiting for her.

Jessica tried to run, but her legs wouldn’t cooperate. The figure closed in on her, and she could see its eyes gleaming in the darkness.

With a sudden burst of energy, Jessica broke free and ran for her life. She could hear the figure chasing after her, its breath hot on her neck.

Just when she thought she couldn’t run any further, she saw the light of her house up ahead. She sprinted towards it, desperate for safety.

But when she turned the key in the lock and stepped inside, she realized with horror that the figure had followed her in. It was waiting for her, in the shadows.

Jessica tried to scream, but no sound came out. The figure stepped forward, and she could see its face for the first time. It was her own reflection, twisted and distorted into a grotesque caricature.

As the figure reached out to grab her, Jessica woke up, drenched in sweat. It had all been a nightmare, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching her, even now, in the safety of her own bedroom.