Whispers of the Quiet House

I want to tell you a story… but only if you’re ready. It begins in a quiet house,

the kind where the walls heard everything, even when nobody else did. A child stands at

the end of a long hallway—still, listening. That hallway holds memories most people

would never believe. Every door in that house had a secret. Every shadow had a purpose.

And every night felt longer than the one before. Some stories stay buried for a reason.

But this one is finally coming out. If this reaches the right person… I’ll continue the

rest.