a painting of a house with a full moon

Whispers from the WallsAnna had just moved into the old house at the edge of town. It was the kind of place people avoided, with its peeling paint and sagging roof. But it was cheap, and after a breakup and a new job in a different city, she needed a fresh start.The first few nights were quiet, save for the usual creaks and groans of an aging house. But on the fourth night, as she lay in bed, she heard it: a soft scratching noise, like fingernails on wood. She froze, listening. It came from the walls.She told herself it was just the house settling, the wind, or maybe a mouse. But the sound grew louder as the night stretched on. It wasn't just scratching anymore--it was tapping, then thumping, followed by whispers. Faint, unintelligible voices.Terrified, Anna climbed out of bed and pressed her ear to the wall, the cold surface sending a chill down her spine. The whispers grew clearer, and now they sounded like her name--soft, pleading."Anna..."She stumbled back in horror, her heart pounding in her chest. The w