a shadow of a person standing in front of a door

The Midnight WhisperIt was past midnight when Sarah, alone in her dimly lit apartment, heard the faint sound of someone whispering her name. "Sarah…" The voice was soft, almost like a breath against her ear. She froze, gripping the edge of the couch.She lived on the 14th floor, and no one else had a key. Trembling, she called out, "Who's there?"The whispers stopped. A chilling silence filled the room. Slowly, she turned her head toward the hallway. At the end, a shadow stood still, its outline just visible in the moonlight leaking through the window."Sarah…" the voice whispered again, but this time, it came from right behind her.She whipped around, but there was nothing there. Her breath quickened as the lights flickered, then went out completely. In the darkness, she felt a cold hand grip her shoulder.The last thing she saw was the shadow's face, inches from hers, grinning.