
When Julia bought an abandoned Victorian home, she dreamed of restoring it. But each night she slept there, she had vivid dreams of the house alive—rooms shifting, walls breathing, voices whispering secrets.
She began finding items in her waking life that she’d only seen in dreams: a locket, a child’s toy, a photograph of a family who once lived there. The house was dreaming through her.
The climax: Julia realized the house wanted to be remembered—it was built by a family erased from history. She restored it faithfully, and when she placed the final picture on the mantel, the whispering stopped. The house finally slept in peace.



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