Her hand hadn't touched the switch, when suddenly in front of her, a hissing sound echoed.
Instinctually, Isabel lifted her head and saw, about three meters in front of her, a match being lit—a small, luminous ring that dimmed within a few seconds.
The light of the match was weak, and Isabel hadn't had a chance to clearly see who was standing in front of her.
The house plunged back into total darkness.
Isabel fumbled blindly along the wall, trying to speak. Despite her effort at maintaining a steady tone, her voice still vibrated slightly, "Who... who are you?"
She posed the question hesitantly, but deep in her heart, she had already had a vague idea of who the person standing in front of her might be!
The person standing in front of her remained silent.
The quietness inside the house was chilling. Isabel could clearly hear a soft noise emanating from the figure, followed by the striking and lighting of another match, its dim glow illuminating the silent room once again.