Camille's morning began with the usual frantic rush of getting ready for school. "Mom, I’m late!" she called out, her voice tinged with urgency as she hurriedly brushed her hair into a neat bun. But Barb, still getting dressed herself, informed Camille that she'd have to make her own way to school that day.

Feeling a pang of disappointment, Camille reluctantly headed out alone. The suburban street seemed eerily quiet as she walked, the only sound the echo of her footsteps against the pavement. Greeting neighbors in passing, she exchanged pleasantries with Mrs. DeAndrea, who was tending to her garden.

With her headphones on, Camille drowned out the world around her, lost in her own thoughts. It was the glint of sunlight off something metallic that caught her eye, drawing her attention to the bushes near the park. Curiosity mingled with unease as she approached cautiously.

In the shadowy depths of the bushes, Camille's heart skipped a beat at the sight before her—a lifeless body, its features contorted in a grim mask of death. But what chilled her to the bone was the sight of a hand, partially exposed, bearing a striking resemblance to her own.

Before Camille could process the implications of what she'd seen, she sensed movement behind her. Whirling around, she spotted the unfamiliar car she had noticed earlier, creeping towards her like a predator stalking its prey.

Fear surged through her veins as Camille turned and fled, her pulse racing with each frantic step. Racing towards the safety of Mrs. DeAndrea's house, she prayed for refuge from the encroaching darkness.

Breathless and trembling, Camille burst through the door, her frantic pleas for help met with confusion and concern from Mrs. Dee. But before either of them could react, the ominous figure from the car emerged, wielding a bat with deadly intent.

In a nightmare come to life, Mrs. DeAndrea fell victim to the merciless attacker, her screams echoing through the once-peaceful neighborhood. With terror gripping her heart, Camille fled, her every instinct screaming at her to escape the unfolding horror.

Vaulting over fences and scrambling through backyards, Camille raced against time and terror, her mind consumed by the chilling realization that evil lurked in the shadows of her suburban paradise.

As the distant wail of sirens pierced the air, Camille collapsed onto the cold ground, her body racked with sobs of fear and despair. For in that moment, she knew that the horrors she had witnessed were only the beginning, and that the hand in the shadows would haunt her dreams for years to come.