Whispers in the Abandoned House

The house at the end of the street had been empty for years, yet every night,

soft tapping could be heard from its windows. One evening, Jacob dared to peek

inside and saw the furniture slightly moved, doors slightly ajar, as if someone or

something was rearranging the rooms while no one was home. When he stepped closer,

the tapping stopped, and the silence that followed was so thick he could hear his own heartbeat

pounding. Then, from the corner of the living room, a shadow stretched

across the floor, inching toward him without a sound, and Jacob realized he wasn’t alone

though nothing alive seemed to move.