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Chapter 1: The Whispering Walls


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The storm had not stopped for three nights.

In the silence between the thunder, she could hear it again — those faint whispers inside the walls.

Helena gripped the edge of her hospital desk, eyes locked on the cracked plaster just above the patient bed. Room 313. No one lasted long in it.

St. Delora’s Mental Asylum had been standing since 1892, tucked away beyond the woods outside Black Hollow town. People said it was cursed. Helena didn’t believe in curses. Not until she met Patient 47.

He was quiet, pale, and watched the walls like something might crawl out any moment. And every night, at exactly 3:13 a.m., he whispered one thing:
“They’re waiting in the house.”

When she asked him which house, he simply smiled and said,
“The house that listens.”

Then he scratched a drawing onto the padded wall. A house. Long windows like eyes. And dozens of ears, carved into the bricks.

The next morning, he vanished. The staff blamed it on a clerical error. No one else remembered admitting him. Not even the security cameras showed anything.

But Helena had the drawing.

And a voice had started whispering to her, too.

In her sleep.

In her walls.

She knew she had to go to the house.

The same house from the drawing.

The one no one dared talk about.

The one that appears in the dreams of madmen.

The House of Whispers.

Sami didn't speak for hours after what he saw in the locked room. Nora sat beside him, watching him nervously. He kept glancing over his shoulder, as if something was following him.


Later that night, Nora heard a strange sound—a knock, but it wasn't at the door.


She tiptoed to the wooden staircase and bent down. There it was again—knock… knock… knock. Slow and deliberate.


Her throat dry, she whispered, "Who's there?"


Nora stumbled backward, her heart pounding. The voice had come from behind the wall—inside the stairs.


She ran to get Sami. When they returned and pried open the wooden panel behind the staircase, they found something hidden inside:


An old, decaying journal wrapped in silk, and… a torn baby's dress, stained with blood.


> "To whoever finds this… know that the curse began with me."


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Chapter 13 - The Voice Beneath the Stairs