The walls of the room whispered in an ancient language, and with every pause between words, you felt something approaching... breathing right behind you. A shiver ran down my spine as I listened to those haunting whispers.
Looking out the window, I saw my own reflection...but then he raised his hand to wave at me before I could move. I stepped back, stunned, feeling like my heart was going to jump out of my chest.
I felt like I was home alone, until the whisper behind my ear spoke my name...in a voice that wasn't mine. I turned sharply, but there was no one there. Only an oppressive silence that seemed to watch me from every corner.
I ran to the door, but something invisible held it shut. I began to scream, pleading for someone to hear me, but the walls continued to whisper, drowning out my desperate calls.
Huddled in a corner, I felt the shadows approaching, touching my skin with icy fingers. And then, a ghostly laughter echoed throughout the house, as if the walls themselves were mocking my terror.
That night, my family found me hugging my knees, staring blankly. I never entered that room again. Something sinister dwelled there, something that whispered in a language only the dead seemed to understand.