The Whispering House

The village, covered in gentle mist, surrounded by thick forests and quiet hills, stood in a house that no one had dared to abandon. Locals believed it was cursed. Decades ago, a woman named Eleanor lived there alone after her husband's death. On a stormy night, she disappeared without any traces. Since then, horrifying whispers and strange lights have been reported from empty houses, which have become known as the Whisper House.

A skeptical traveler named Daniel in the village of

arrived on a fall night. He was a writer looking for a ghost story to inspire his next novel. He laughed when he heard Eleanor.

"There are no ghosts," he said. "I spend the night in this house and prove it."

Despite the warnings of the villagers, Daniel headed towards an aging structure. The front door squealed as if expecting him. The dust covered everything. The spider weave was like a curtain. When the darkness settled, he set the lantern on fire and established a notebook. The house was quiet - it was too quiet.

The temperature was strong late at night. Daniel's breath looked up into the cold air. Then he heard it: a weak whisper, barely heard.

"Leave... you can still do it..."

He turned around. no one. The whispers are back - bigger, closer.

"You shouldn't have come."

Daniel's Lantern flickered and died. The room fell into the darkness. Shapes were made from the shadows - a pale woman in a white dress, her hair is wet and involved, her eyes glowing with sadness. It was Eleanor.

Fried, Daniel tried to speak, but his voice fell to his neck. The ghost raised his hand and pointed to the door. Blood slowly seeps out from the wall. A whisper cried.

He ran, but the door hit him. A cold breeze blew through the house. Eleanor disappeared just to jump behind him. The last thing Daniel saw was her reflection in the broken mirror, her mouth opened far away with a quiet cry.

The next morning the house rose again. Daniel is gone. Everything that remained was his notebook, torn and scattered.

Now, when the villagers pass by their house in the middle of the night, they cannot whisper, but there are two voices from within...