The unknown girl
Rain poured endlessly the night Yuna returned to the old house.
The taxi stopped in front of a narrow road surrounded by dead trees swaying violently in the wind. At the end of the road stood her grandmother’s house—
old,
silent,
and almost hidden beneath darkness.
Yuna stared at it through the car window without moving.
Something about the house felt wrong.
As if it had been waiting for her.
> “Are you sure you want to stay here alone?” the taxi driver asked nervously.
Yuna forced a small smile.
> “I’ll be fine.”
But even she didn’t believe it.
The moment she stepped out of the car, cold wind wrapped around her body. The house looked older than she remembered, its wooden walls stained by time while dim yellow lights flickered weakly behind dusty windows.
Her mother had disappeared three weeks ago.
No goodbye.
No explanation.
Only a short message left on her phone:
> “Don’t trust anyone.”
After that, nothing.
The police called it a missing person case.
Yuna called it abandonment.
She pushed open the front gate slowly.
CREEEAK.
The sound echoed through the empty night.
Inside, the house smelled like dust, rainwater, and forgotten memories. Furniture remained covered beneath white sheets while old family photographs stared down from the walls.
Every clock inside the house had stopped at exactly 11:11.
Yuna noticed it immediately.
The kitchen clock.
The hallway clock.
Even the tiny broken watch near the stairs.
11:11.
A strange feeling crawled beneath her skin.
She shook it off.
> “It’s just an old house,” she whispered to herself.
But deep down—
she already felt something watching her.
That night, thunder shook the windows while rain hit the roof endlessly. Yuna sat alone in her room scrolling through old messages from her mother, rereading them again and again even though none of them explained anything.
Then suddenly—
RING.
Yuna froze.
A phone was ringing somewhere downstairs.
Not her cellphone.
An old telephone.
RING.
The sound echoed through the silent house.
Slow.
Sharp.
Unnatural.
Yuna slowly stood up.
RING.
She followed the sound through the dark hallway, her footsteps creaking softly against the wooden floor.
The ringing led her to a small storage room beneath the stairs.
The door was locked.
But the phone was inside.
RING.
Yuna hesitated before forcing the old door open.
Dust exploded into the air.
Inside the tiny room sat old furniture, broken boxes… and a black rotary phone resting on a table beside the wall.
Still ringing.
Yuna stared at it uneasily.
Who would even call a phone like this?
RING.
Her hand slowly reached toward it.
Then stopped.
The ringing suddenly ended.
Silence.
Yuna let out a nervous breath and laughed quietly at herself.
> “Seriously… I’m losing my mind.”
She turned to leave.
RIIIIING.
The phone screamed through the room so loudly she nearly dropped her flashlight.
Her heartbeat quickened.
Slowly—
she picked up the receiver.
Static crackled softly from the other side.
For a few seconds, nobody spoke.
Then she heard breathing.
Weak.
Shaking.
Terrified.
And finally—
a girl’s voice.
> “Please…”
Yuna frowned slightly.
The voice sounded young.
Around her age.
> “Who is this?” Yuna asked carefully.
The girl began crying quietly.
> “She’s coming back…”
The line crackled violently.
> “What?”
Suddenly something heavy slammed in the background on the other side of the call.
The girl gasped in fear.
> “Please help me…”
Yuna’s expression changed.
This didn’t sound like a prank anymore.
> “Wait—where are you?”
The girl answered immediately.
And Yuna’s blood turned cold.
Because she gave the exact address of the house.
The same house.
Yuna slowly looked around the dark storage room.
> “That’s impossible…”
The girl’s breathing became more frantic.
> “He said if I tell anyone… he’ll kill me…”
A loud banging sound echoed through the phone.
Then footsteps.
Slow footsteps.
Coming closer.
The girl suddenly whispered:
> “I think she found me.”
And the call disconnected.
Silence filled the room again.
Yuna stood frozen beside the phone while thunder exploded outside the house.
Then slowly—
the old television in the living room turned on by itself.
Static filled the screen.
And for one brief second—
Yuna saw a girl standing inside the house.
Watching her.
