Based on a true story..
One stormy night, as the wind howled and the rain lashed against the windows, Clara sat alone in her dimly lit room. The flickering candle cast eerie shadows on the walls, and the air was thick with an unsettling silence. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a figure stepped into the room. Clara’s heart skipped a beat as she recognized the visitor. It was Samuel, a man who had once worked in the same house but had mysteriously disappeared years ago. But something was terribly wrong. Samuel’s body was engulfed in flames, yet he seemed unfazed by the fire that consumed him. “Clara,” he rasped, his voice echoing with an otherworldly resonance. “Hell does exist.” Before Clara could react, Samuel reached out and touched her arm. The searing pain was immediate, and she screamed as the flesh on her arm blistered and burned. The smell of charred skin filled the room, and Clara’s vision blurred with tears. Samuel turned and walked away, leaving a trail of scorched floorboards in his wake. The flames that surrounded him did not spread, but the marks of his passage were unmistakable. Clara watched in horror as he vanished into the darkness, the door slamming shut behind him. The next morning, Clara’s arm bore the unmistakable burn marks of Samuel’s touch, a permanent reminder of the nightmarish encounter. The floor where he had walked remained blackened and charred, a testament to the hellish visitor who had come and gone. From that day forward, Clara was never the same. The house seemed to close in around her, its walls whispering of the horrors that lay beyond. And every night, as she lay in bed, she could still hear Samuel’s voice, a haunting reminder that some sins can never be escaped, and that hell is very, very real.