The Midnight Floorboards

The old house stood silent under the midnight moon, waiting for me to enter.

Inside, the air was heavy, and the wind howled through the

broken glass like a warning. Then I saw them... shadows stretching and

twisting across the walls in ways that weren't human. A faint, cold whisper began

to repeat my name, vibrating through the floor beneath my feet.

It was coming from right beneath me. Something was trying to get out.

Suddenly, the wood splintered, and the dead reached out to pull me down.