a person walking down a hallway with a flashlight

The Whispering Room At the edge of town stood an old, abandoned house, left empty for decades after its family mysteriously vanished one cold winter night. Over time, whispers began circulating—strange sounds, like someone calling your name, coming from within. One night, a group of teenagers dared each other to spend the night inside. Flashlights in hand, they explored the crumbling house. At first, the whispers were easy to dismiss—wind through cracks or the house settling. But as they ventured deeper, the voices grew louder. "Come closer…" Jake, one of the teens, shrugged it off. “Probably just rats or something,” he said, laughing nervously. They reached a room at the back. The air felt thick, suffocating, and the whispers now seemed to come from everywhere. "Help me… it’s too dark… come closer…" Drawn by curiosity, Jake stepped into the center of the room. The floor creaked beneath him, and suddenly, the door slammed shut. The whispers turned into distinct voices, now pleading: "Come closer…" The