The Whispering House

They say some places hold memories... echoes of what once was. Sometimes,

those echoes refuse to fade. This house... it had a story.

Of a family, long since vanished. And a secret, never truly buried. A lost toy,

a forgotten laugh. The silence inside was unnerving. As if the air itself held

its breath. A flicker, just beyond sight. But curiosity, as it always

does... Led someone inside one night. They found an old music box.

Playing a tune, without a hand. Then, a cold presence... And a chilling

whisper... Some doors are best left shut.