It was a dark and stormy night when Sarah arrived at her new home. She had just moved into an old, Victorian-style house in a small, remote town. As she unpacked her belongings, she couldn't help but feel like she was being watched.
The feeling persisted for days, and Sarah began to feel uneasy in her new home. She would hear strange noises in the middle of the night and the floorboards would creak when no one was around. But it wasn't until she noticed a figure lurking behind her bedroom window that her fear turned into terror.
At first, Sarah dismissed it as a trick of the light, but as the days went on, she became convinced that there was something outside her window, watching her every move. The figure was always there, never moving, just watching.
One night, Sarah summoned the courage to confront whatever was behind the window. She slowly walked towards it, her heart pounding in her chest. As she got closer, she could see that it was not a person, but a dark, shadowy figure with piercing red eyes.
It was a demon.
The demon spoke to her in a low, menacing voice, promising to torment her and her loved ones if she didn't submit to its will. It revealed that it had been watching her since she moved in, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
From that night on, Sarah was tormented by the demon. It would whisper to her in the darkness, causing her to lose sleep and her grip on reality. It would move objects around her house, causing her to question her own sanity. And worst of all, it would appear in her nightmares, showing her visions of a bleak, desolate world overrun by demons.
Despite her fear, Sarah refused to give in to the demon's demands. She sought out a priest, hoping that he could help rid her of the evil presence in her home. But even after he performed an exorcism, the demon remained, always watching from behind the window.
One day, Sarah decided she had had enough. She armed herself with a crucifix and a bottle of holy water, and bravely approached the window where the demon was hiding. As she threw the holy water on it, the demon let out a blood-curdling scream and disappeared, leaving behind only the stench of sulfur and a faint sense of victory for Sarah.
But even though the demon was gone, Sarah could never shake the feeling that it was still watching her, waiting for the perfect moment to strike again. She never forgot the terror it had caused her and would often stare out of her window, wondering if it would ever return.
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