It started when my cousins and I inherited an old family house on the outskirts of town. It was huge, beautiful in a worn-down sort of way, and we laughed at how creepy it looked at night. “Who even lives here?” we joked. We moved in thinking it would be fun to explore.
At first, everything was normal. But then… the whispers started. At night, faint voices echoed through the hallways. At first, we thought it was the wind. But then the whispers became words—sometimes calling our names, sometimes repeating old conversations we had in the day.…CONTINUE READING
