Whispers in the Attic

It started the night Alex moved into the old house at the edge of town. At first,

it was just creaks and groans, the kind any old house makes. But soon,

whispers began—soft, almost inaudible, coming from the walls themselves. "Come closer..."

The voice wasn’t outside. It was inside. Always inside. One night,

curiosity led Alex to the attic. The floorboards moaned underfoot, and the air smelled

of dust and something… rotten. In the corner, a small door appeared that had never been

there before. Behind it was darkness so black it felt alive. "Come closer..."

the whisper coaxed again. Just as fingers touched the door, dozens of cold hands