The Whispers
Her footsteps echoed softly as she made her way down the long hallway. As she neared the living room, the faint sound of whispers reached her ears. She paused, her brow furrowing. Why were her children whispering as though they were tucked away in a library? Suspicion prickled at the edge of her thoughts—they were definitely up to something. Anna moved carefully, her steps silent, until she reached the end of the hallway. There, at the top of the stairs, she stopped. And that’s when she heard it—something that made her heart plummet.
The Whispers
Creeping Closer
Anna stepped out of the shadowy hallway and into the open space at the top of the stairs. Amidst the faint murmurs, that same loud, unsettling noise echoed through the house. What were they moving from room to room? She couldn’t piece it together, but a dreadful realization was beginning to take shape. Cautiously, she inched toward the staircase, straining to catch snippets of their conversation. Then, cutting through the whispers, a sound froze her in place—her son’s voice.
Creeping Closer
