The city was always alive with stories. Ghost stories, horror stories, urban legends. You could hear them from the people who lived there, see them in the way they avoided certain streets after dark. And, if you were brave enough, you could even find them written down in dusty old books in the library.

 I was always fascinated by the stories, but I never really believed them. That is, until I moved into the city myself. I didn't know what it was about the place, but there was just something off about it. The air felt thick and heavy, like something was watching me. 

I tried to shake off the feeling, but it only got worse as the days went on. I started seeing things in the shadows, hearing things in the night. And then, one night, I saw something that I couldn't explain. 

I was walking home from work, minding my own business, when I saw a figure in the distance. At first, I thought it was just a person walking their dog or something, but as I got closer I could see that there was something wrong. The figure was lurching and staggering, almost like it was in pain. 

 As I got closer, I could see that the figure was a woman. She was clutching her stomach and moaning, like she was in a lot of pain. I was about to go to her and see if she needed help when she suddenly looked up at me. 

Her eyes were black as night, and her face was twisted into a mask of pain and rage. She let out a blood-curdling scream and ran towards me. I turned and ran the other way as fast as I could, and I didn't stop until I was safe at home.

 I locked the door and tried to calm my racing heart, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. I looked out the window and saw the woman again. She was standing in the middle of the street, staring up at my apartment building.

I quickly pulled the curtains closed and tried to forget about what I had seen, but I couldn't. I lay in bed awake all night, too afraid to close my eyes in case the woman came back. > The next day, I called the police and told them what I had seen. They said they would look into it, but I could tell they didn't believe me. I tried to forget about it and move on, but I couldn't.

 The woman was there every night, staring up at my window. I tried everything to get rid of her, but nothing worked. I even considered moving, but I didn't want to run away from my problems. 

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I packed up my things and left the city in the middle of the night. I never looked back, and I never forgot the terror I felt when I saw that woman's black eyes staring at me.