The whisper in the walls




**The Whisper in the Walls**


Emily had always loved old houses—their history, their creaks, the sense of life lived within the walls. So when she moved into the old Victorian mansion on the outskirts of town, she couldn’t wait to immerse herself in its charm.


But on her first night, she heard it. A faint whisper, barely audible, coming from behind the walls.


At first, she thought it was the wind slipping through the cracks or the pipes groaning with age. But each night, the whisper grew clearer. Words she couldn’t quite understand but could feel. They clawed at her mind, filling her with unease.


She began to avoid the dark corners of the house, the ones that seemed colder than the rest, where the whispers were loudest. She tried playing music, sleeping with the lights on—anything to drown out the eerie sound. But nothing worked.


One night, unable to stand it any longer, she pressed her ear against the cold, peeling wallpaper. The whispering stopped abruptly, as if sensing her presence.


Then, a voice—clear, chilling, and unmistakable—hissed, "We’ve been waiting for you."


The walls began to creak, the house groaning under an unseen weight. Something shifted behind the walls, a scratching sound, like nails clawing at the wood.


Terrified, Emily stumbled backward, but the walls bulged, warping as if something—or someone—was trying to break through.


And then, she saw it.


A hand, pale and rotting, pushed through the wall, followed by another. Faces, twisted in agony, pressed against the wallpaper, their mouths open in silent screams.


Emily ran, but the whispers followed her, growing louder, angrier. The last thing she heard before the walls closed in on her was a soft, sinister voice in her ear:


"Welcome home."


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