a house sitting in the middle of a forest

The Whispering HouseThe Whispering HouseThe Whispering HouseThe Whispering HouseWhen Sarah moved into the old Victorian house at the edge of town, she didn’t believe the rumors. Locals had warned her about "the Whispering House," claiming that no one stayed more than a month before fleeing. Sarah dismissed it as small-town superstition.The first night was quiet, the kind of silence that presses heavy on the ears. But as she drifted off to sleep, she heard faint whispers. At first, she thought it was the wind. But the voices grew clearer, murmuring incoherent phrases from within the walls.The next day, she explored every corner, trying to find the source. Behind the peeling wallpaper in the living room, she discovered a narrow door hidden in the wall, locked with a rusted padlock. It hadn’t been mentioned in the realtor’s tour.Curiosity got the better of her. She pried the lock open with a crowbar she found in the basement. The door creaked as it swung inward, revealing a dark, claustrophobic staircase leading