Old Lady

/upon a time, in a small town nestled in the hills, there was an old lady named Mrs. Jenkins. She lived alone in a creaky old house that had been in her family for generations. Mrs. Jenkins was known to be a recluse, seldom leaving her home and rarely receiving any visitors.One dark and stormy night, Mrs. Jenkins was awakened by a strange noise. She sat up in bed and listened intently. There it was again, a faint scraping sound. She got out of bed and cautiously made her way to the window. As she peered out, she saw nothing but the rain pelting against the glass. However, the sound persisted and grew louder.Curiosity getting the better of her, she slowly made her way downstairs. The scraping sound was now coming from the front door. She cautiously approached the door and peered through the peephole. She couldn't see anything in the darkness, but she could feel a strange presence on the other side.Suddenly, there was a loud crash as the door burst open, sending Mrs. Jenkins flying backwards. She looked up in horror as she saw a dark figure looming over her. As it approached her, she realized that it was a man covered in mud and dirt, his eyes wild and crazed.Mrs. Jenkins tried to scream, but the man grabbed her by the throat and squeezed tightly. She gasped for air, feeling the friction of his rough hands against her skin. As she struggled, she saw a glint of metal in his hand. It was a knife.With a final burst of strength, Mrs. Jenkins managed to break free and run towards the door. But it was too late. The man caught her, plunging the knife deep into her back. Mrs. Jenkins fell to the ground, blood seeping from her wound.As the man stood over her, laughing maniacally, Mrs. Jenkins knew that this was the end. Her life was slipping away, consumed by the friction of a madman's violence. And in that moment, as she drew her last breath, Mrs. Jenkins realized the true horror of her lonely existence.