Someone Is Inside

You’re home alone tonight. At least, you’re supposed to be.

11:47 PM. A floorboard creaks upstairs.

Your phone buzzes.

hey wierdo, I am outside.

looks like you have left your lights on

wait what?

I didn’t turn it on.

erik. that's not funny.

your bedroom light is ON. I can see it from the street.

Above you, another floorboard groans. Closer this time. Near the top of the stairs.

wait. are you upstairs rn?

Create the opening chapter of an original Turkish television drama series called “İstanbul'un Kalpleri” (Hearts of Istanbul). Genre: Drama, Mystery, Family, Suspense Setting: Istanbul, Türkiye. The story begins in the past, when Emir Yaman is still a young child. Emir is a qu

erik what is this

"istanbul'un kalpleri"?? is that a code or something

dude stop. this is serious. I'm standing outside your house.

Upstairs, the creaking stops. Like whatever is up there is listening now too.

ok that's weird. your light just flickered.

kérlek generált meg nekem ezt a z ait on van egy sorozatom

erik I don't understand you. you're typing gibberish.

is this you? please tell me this is you.

The house has gone completely silent. The kind of silence that feels held.

ERIC. someone just moved past your bedroom window.

I just saw a person in your house. I'm calling the cops.

where are you right now? tell me you're downstairs.

answer me. please. one word is enough.

Your phone trembles in your hand. The stairs are dark and empty — for now.

erik I need you to say where you are. right now.

then don’t go upstairs.

For a second, the whole house is silent.

The bedroom light switches off.

For a moment, nothing happens.

Then you hear it.

Creak.

One step.

Another.

The steps reach the bottom of the stairs. Then they stop.

You hear breathing. Slow. Calm. Coming from the hallway behind you.

erik I'm outside the front door. do NOT open it. I hear him too.

The cops are three minutes out. Dion just told you. It feels like a year.

whatever you do, stay quiet. he doesn't know where you are yet.

Then the footsteps start again. Soft now. Unhurried. Moving through the kitchen.

The floorboards under your feet don't make a sound. He's learning the house.

he stopped. I can't hear anything from your window anymore.

The whole house goes silent. Not a creak. Not a breath. Nothing.

Then your phone buzzes. Not Dion. A number you don't know.

don't turn around.

Your thumb hovers over the screen. The words just sit there.

Behind you, a floorboard shifts. Once. Deliberate.

erik??? why'd you go quiet. what's happening

He’s coming downstairs.

and here we're

To be continued...