Whispers in the Wall

Ever felt true silence? The deep, empty quiet of an old house late at night.

I was reading when a faint scratching began. *Tap. Scrape.

Tap.* It started in the hallway, then my bedroom wall.

I thought it was settling, or pipes. But it grew louder, more insistent.

I searched every room, checked outside. Nothing. My heart pounded

as I leaned close to the wall. The sound was right there. Then,

a voice. A wet whisper broke through the drywall. Not *from* inside. It *was* the wall

itself. Whispering my name. What do you think it wanted?