Whispers in the Dark

I woke with a start, blood rushing. The room was utterly void except for the sliver of moonlight illuminating the window. A bone-deep fear gripped me, coiling in my stomach. I could have sworn I heard a murmur just outside my door. It was barely audible, but it sent waves of terror through my spine. I tried to convince myself it was just the wind,

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The Whispers in My Walls

Each night, as shadow creeps, a slight scratching emerges within my walls. It's a murmuring that changes with the hours, from soft murmurs to alarming moans. I've sought to ignore it, but the sensation that someone is listening me only intensifies. Is my home haunted? Or is this just my imagination playing pranks? Maybe the answers lie hidden wit

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