Maggie's fear only grew worse with each passing day. She tried to convince herself that it was just her imagination, but deep down she knew that it was something more. She started hearing strange whispers in the middle of the night, and sometimes she would wake up to find that the walls were oozing with a thick, black slime. Maggie knew that she couldn't stay in that house any longer, but she didn't have anywhere else to go. One evening, Maggie decided to confront the thing that had been haunting her. She sat in the dark, waiting for it to appear. And then, as she sat there trembling, the figure materialized once again at the foot of her bed. This time, it was different. Its eyes were no longer glowing, but instead they were black, empty voids. And then, with a voice that sounded like a thousand screams, the figure spoke. "I have been watching you, Maggie. Watching you for years. And now, I have come for you." Maggie tried to scream, but the figure's icy grip held her fast. It pulled her towards it, its face contorting into a grotesque grin. "You belong to me now, Maggie," it said. "You will never be free." And then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, the figure vanished, leaving behind a foul stench and a sense of dread that Maggie could never shake. She moved away from that house, but the memory of that night stayed with her for the rest of her life. She lived in constant fear of the unknown, always wondering if the figure would return to claim her for its own. Years later, when Maggie's daughter found her dead in her bed, she couldn't help but feel that something had been watching her too. She could hear the whispers in the darkness, and see the slime oozing from the walls. And she knew that, just like her mother, she would never be truly free from the thing that had been watching them all along.