a man walking down a dark stair case

The WhisperOn her first night in the old house, Emma awoke to a faint whisper: “Come downstairs.”Heart pounding, she grabbed her phone and followed the sound to the basement door. It creaked open as if inviting her. Her phone slipped from her shaking hands, tumbling down the stairs and casting eerie light on shifting shadows below.The whisper grew louder: “Keep coming.”She froze, fear rooting her to the spot, when her phone buzzed from the basement floor. A message lit the screen: “I’m right behind you.”Before she could turn, a cold hand clamped down on her shoulder.