a house with a light on in the foggy night

The Whispers in the WallsEmily had just bought her first home, a quaint but slightly run-down Victorian house at the edge of a quiet town. It was a dream come true--a place of her own to start fresh. The neighbors called it "charming," though most avoided the topic of its history. She chalked it up to small-town gossip and settled in.On her first night, as she lay in bed, she noticed a faint sound--like distant whispers. She strained her ears but heard nothing more, convincing herself it was just the old pipes groaning.Over the next few days, the whispers grew louder and more distinct. They came from the walls, faint yet persistent, always just on the edge of comprehension. Emily couldn't make out words, but the tone was unmistakable--pleading.One night, unable to sleep, she pressed her ear against the wall. The whispers stopped instantly, replaced by a deep, guttural sigh. She stumbled back, her heart racing.Desperate for answers, Emily started tearing into the walls, thinking perhaps there was an old vent s