I went back to the old family estate for the holidays, only to be caught in a torrential downpour. Staring out the window, my younger brother suddenly called out to me: "Bro, look." "Does it look like there's a silhouette in the rain?" I looked out, but saw nothing. A few minutes later, my younger sister's voice came from the bathroom: "I'm showering! Stop trying to open the door!" But my brother and I were clearly in the living room. Only outside the bathroom door, there was a trail of muddy footprints... 1 "Who's there?" I called out tentatively. But there was no response. A trail of muddy footprints on the floor looked as if someone had walked in from outside. I looked at the front door; I didn't know who had opened it. My brother suddenly looked outside, his face pale: "Bro, look outside." I looked again, but it was still empty. My brother speaking up twice made me impatient: "What is it?" He bit his lip: "In the rain outside... there's a human shape..." I looked at the window. The rainwater formed streams on the glass. Two branching streams did indeed look somewhat like a human figure. I frowned: "Did you see wrong? It's just the water on the window." My brother stopped talking but looked worried. At this time, my sister came out of the bathroom. She wiped her hair and looked at us: "Which one of you two tried to open the bathroom door just now?" "If you don't tell me, I'll tell Mom when we get back." I was helpless: "We were both on the sofa. No one went to the bathroom." My sister got angry: "Fine, then the dog did it!" As soon as she finished speaking, the front door suddenly slammed shut with a bang. We all jumped. I hurriedly went to bolt the door and comforted them: "It's okay, it's okay. It's raining, the wind is strong." My sister sat on the sofa too. I started cleaning up the footprints on the floor. Since the rain started, we hadn't gone out. Where did these footprints come from? Could someone really have walked in just now? I followed the footprints from the bathroom to the door. Looking out through the peephole, there was nothing. That made sense; this was the suburbs. This old house was left over from when the family ran a agritourism estate years ago. Now only my family occasionally came here for vacation. There were hardly any other houses for miles around. Who would come here in the middle of the night to play a prank? I was about to return to the living room. Suddenly, I felt like the door was pushed. The rotating lock made a clicking sound. I stared at the lock, but found nothing. When I looked through the peephole again. There was still no one outside. But I suddenly saw something out of place. A patch of lawn near the door seemed to have been stepped on by something. Mud stained the grass. Logically speaking, it had been raining for two hours. Even if there was mud on the grass blades, it should have been washed clean. This looked like it had just happened. I walked back to the living room worriedly and looked at my brother: "Did you really see a silhouette just now?" He nodded. Then his gaze remained fixed on the window. As if that silhouette was right outside. My sister was scared: "Don't scare me, you two." "I won't tell Mom, okay?" But my brother remained silent, making my sister even more terrified. After a long while, my sister looked at me: "Bro, did you see it too?" I shook my head and comforted her: "I didn't see anything." "Maybe he saw wrong." We sat in the living room, all silent. The muddy footprints just now, the silhouette, the mud on the grass blades, it was all too abnormal. But I couldn't see anything. After a while, the atmosphere became more and more oppressive, and my sister couldn't stand it anymore: "I'm going back to sleep." I nodded: "Drink the milk first. Mom told me to watch over you two." My sister walked to the kitchen somewhat helplessly. A minute later, she suddenly screamed. When I rushed over, I saw her hiding in a corner. There was half a glass of milk on the table. I frowned: "What happened?" Her voice was trembling: "The glass... moved..." 2 "What moved?" I was confused. My sister explained. She came over to pour milk just now. She intended to put the milk carton back in the fridge before drinking. But as soon as she put the milk away and turned around, she found that the glass of milk was only half full. And the position of the glass had been moved. My scalp tingled! Is there a fourth person in this house besides the three of us? I reached out to take the glass and examined it repeatedly. The glass had indeed been used. Milk residue hung on one side of the glass wall. I looked at my sister: "Besides this, did you feel anything else?" She thought for a moment: "No other feelings." I examined the situation in front of me repeatedly, then poured a glass of milk for my sister myself. After she finished drinking, I comforted her: "Maybe you're too tired today." "Don't think too much, go back to sleep." She nodded and walked towards the bedroom upstairs. Halfway there, I reminded her: "Remember to lock the door." She replied: "Okay." I started checking the house. Strange things were happening to my sister. Could there be a pervert in this house? This situation wasn't impossible. Many perverts were like this. They might hide in someone's house, play pranks, or even assault directly. Thinking about it, I still didn't feel at ease, so I went straight upstairs. I knocked on my sister's door: "Wait before sleeping, let me check your room." She opened the door and stood at the doorway, waiting for me to check. I looked under the bed and in the closet. Confirming no pervert was hiding inside, I breathed a sigh of relief: "Alright, lock the door and sleep this time." She nodded and closed the door. I walked to the corner and suddenly heard my sister's voice: "Who is it?" "Bro, is that you?" Confused, I walked back to her door. Her voice still came from inside the room: "Is that you? Bro." I asked: "What's wrong?" She said: "Didn't you turn the door handle just now?" I froze. I had clearly walked to the stairway. How could I turn the door handle? I continued to ask: "You heard the sound of the door handle turning?" She admitted it frankly. To keep her from getting scared, I had to lie: "Nothing, I was checking if the door was closed tight." She said "Oh" and went back to sleep. I walked back to the stairway and listened quietly to the sounds in the hallway. After a while, there wasn't a single sound. I comforted myself: "Maybe the girl heard wrong." Coming downstairs, I startled my brother. I frowned: "What's wrong?" He was confused: "Why did you come down from upstairs?" "Didn't you go to the bathroom just now?" I was completely dumbfounded. What's going on? My brother just saw me go to the bathroom? I shook my head: "I just sent your sister upstairs." His face became even uglier: "Then who was that just now?" This question made my scalp numb. I immediately picked up a kitchen knife from the kitchen and walked towards the bathroom step by step. I pushed open the bathroom door; it was empty. The steam from my sister's shower hadn't completely dissipated. I called out tentatively: "I see you!" "Stop hiding!" But there was no sound inside. Holding the knife, I mustered up courage to walk in. Everything was normal inside. I breathed a sigh of relief; my brother must have been hallucinating. But the moment I turned around, a chill rushed straight to my head! In the misty steam, a transparent human figure actually walked out of the bathroom door... 3 "Who's there!" I exclaimed, but looking carefully, there was no one outside. I asked my brother: "Did you see anyone come out of the bathroom?" He shook his head blankly. I stood at the bathroom door, looking at the living room outside. If there was someone, I would definitely spot them. I used my phone's flashlight to search around. Still didn't find anyone. Anyone who studied physics knows. Even some seemingly transparent materials will refract light due to density. So even an invisible man should be detectable by light. Unfortunately, there wasn't a trace outside. Did I see wrong? Rubbing my head, I planned to close the bathroom door. But the moment I turned my head, I was terrified again! On the bathroom mirror, unbeknownst to me, a crooked word had been written: DIE! Is this a joke my brother is playing on me? After all, he has liked writing on steamy mirrors since he was little. I immediately questioned him: "You didn't go to the bathroom just now?" He shook his head: "I've been sitting here watching a movie." I pretended to pick up his slippers and casually felt the inside. It was cold! He didn't lie! Thinking it over, I felt it was better to call the police first. No matter what it was, even just a drunkard who broke in, for the family's safety, I had to do this. I picked up the phone and dialed 911 immediately: "Police? I think someone entered my house." "He's hiding in my house, I'm not sure if there's danger." The operator crisply asked for my address. After hanging up, I seriously discussed the previous topic with my brother: "What did the silhouette you saw in the rain look like?" He thought for a moment, then frowned: "Just a shadow, a human shape made by the rain." "Couldn't see a person." My heart pounded wildly. This was almost identical to the transparent figure I saw in the bathroom steam! I continued to ask: "Where was he?" He looked outside and pointed near the courtyard entrance: "Just where you enter the yard." I looked out the window, then carefully recalled the timing of everything that just happened! Weird! Too weird! Less than a minute after my brother said there was a silhouette outside, my sister shouted from the bathroom. And I went to check the muddy footprints only two or three minutes after my brother spoke. From the yard to the entrance, although the distance is short. But adding opening the door and walking to the bathroom, it couldn't be that fast. Most importantly, that person couldn't be running! Because running makes a loud noise. But we heard nothing. This means there must be something extremely fast. A cat might do it. But the problem is, those muddy footprints were human footprints! And what we saw were all human shapes. While I was pondering, a scream suddenly came from upstairs. My brother and I ran up quickly. My sister's door was actually open! When I rushed in, she was curled up in a corner. A long cut appeared on her wrist. It looked like her wrist was slit! I frowned: "What happened?" Looking at the empty space in the room with terrified eyes, her voice was hoarse: "There... there's someone..." "Someone wants to kill me..." I immediately pulled her to the living room downstairs, found the first aid kit, and bandaged her up. At this moment, our door was knocked... 4 "Mr. Thorne?" "I'm an officer from the nearby precinct." Hearing the voice outside, I felt a huge burden lifted! The police are finally here! With him here, I felt much more at ease. My sister also relaxed. When the officer came in, he looked around: "This is a vacation rental, right?" I nodded: "It used to be, now it's private property." The officer didn't say anything, looked around, and then started asking what happened. I recounted everything I experienced. He nodded: "You did the right thing." "Protecting your own safety is most important." After speaking, he looked at my sister: "Little miss, tell me what happened in the room." She thought for a moment: "I was sleeping in the room just now." "Halfway through, I felt someone covering me with their hand." "He seemed to want to strangle me." "But I struggled constantly and escaped." "When I ran, he grabbed my hand and slashed it hard with a knife." She even showed the bandaged wound. I explained: "The cut is quite deep, he probably intended to slit my sister's wrist." The officer's expression became serious: "It seems there really might be someone else in this house." "Stay close to me, let's check around." The four of us walked around the house. The officer held his gun, ready for any criminal that might appear. But after searching, we found nothing. As if the criminal vanished into thin air. The officer was also confused. According to his experience, even if the person ran away, there should be traces. But there wasn't a single trace in the house. The only place was the footprints on the lawn outside. The officer looked at me: "Think carefully, is there anywhere else to enter your sister's room?" I shook my head: "That room can only be entered through the door or window." "But both were locked. To enter from outside, one would have to break them." But we checked just now, there were no signs of forced entry. But how did the door open? My sister said she didn't open it. Then there's only one possibility—the door was opened from the inside. But if the person was hiding in the room before, I would definitely have found something when I checked. Why can't we find anything now? The officer looked at us, troubled: "It's raining heavily now, and it's over ten miles to the city." "I came on a motorcycle, I can't take you with me." I thought for a moment: "The old caretaker of this property lives nearby." "Can you go back and get a car?" "We'll ask the old caretaker to come keep us company for a while." The officer nodded: "Okay, I'll wait here until the person you mentioned arrives." I immediately found Grandpa Hu's number in the phone book. Hearing it was my issue, Grandpa Hu didn't hesitate and said he'd be there in ten minutes. I trusted Grandpa Hu absolutely. He watched the three of us grow up, and my parents treated him well. He always treated the three of us like his own grandchildren. In less than ten minutes, there was a knock at the door. Grandpa Hu came with his nephew. Grandpa Hu was even holding a pitchfork used for hay. The officer frowned: "Old man, even if there's a criminal, don't risk your life." "It's too dangerous." Grandpa Hu nodded and sent the officer off. Once the officer left, Grandpa Hu's nephew said mysteriously to Grandpa Hu: "Did they encounter that thing?"
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