The Whispering Room

The Room of Screams In the heart of a forgotten forest, there stood a decaying mansion known as Blackwood Manor. For decades, no one dared approach it. The villagers spoke of its cursed history — of people who entered and never returned, of strange lights at night, and voices whispering in the wind.

However, curiosity can be dangerous. Liam was a thrill-seeker. Paranormal places fascinated him. He ran a small YouTube channel where he explored abandoned buildings, filming everything. He knew he had to go when he heard about Blackwood Manor. “One night. One night only, he told himself. He showed up at dusk. The manor loomed in front of him, its broken windows like hollow eyes. The stone walls were strangled by ivy. The iron gate creaked open with barely a push.

Despite the heat of the summer, the air inside was stale and cold. His flashlight illuminated rotting furniture, broken portraits, and thick layers of dust untouched by time.

But there was something else.

The Whispering Room.

It was said to be in the house's center, in a sealed room that would whisper your name if you got too close. It was never discovered who had entered it. Liam's heart pounded with both fear and excitement.

His camera was recording everything as he moved through the damaged hallways. The deeper he went, the colder it became. The whispers started as barely a hum — like wind through cracks.

“Liam…”

He froze.

It was hazy. Almost nothing. But it was there.

“Liaaam…”

Right next to his ear was a long, breathy sound. He spun around — nothing but empty halls.

He found the staircase leading down to the basement — the supposed location of the Whispering Room.

Cobwebs brushed his face as he descended. The wooden steps groaned under his weight. The air smelled of mold and old blood.

Then he saw it: a huge fire-blackened wooden door with strange symbols. The whispers grew louder.

“Liam... Come in…”

He should’ve left. Every instinct told him to run.

However, thrill-seekers disregard their instincts. With shaking hands, he pushed the door open.

The room inside was impossibly dark — as if the light from his flashlight was being swallowed.

Then there was silence. No whispering. There was none at all. His breath echoed unnaturally loud. He felt as though his heart was being squeezed. He stepped inside.

SLAM.

He saw the door close behind him. He felt like a wave of panic. He rushed back to the door — pulling, kicking — nothing. It wouldn’t budge.

After that, the whispers came back. But now they were everywhere — circling him — overlapping voices of men, women, children — some crying, some laughing.

They weren't just mumbling his name, either. They were telling him things.

“We know what you did, Liam…”

"The lies you spread..." “The things you’ve hidden…”

He had cold blood. Nobody was aware of his past. About the terrible accident he caused years ago. The one he covered up. Running from guilt was the reason he sought solitude in abandoned locations. But the room was aware. His flashlight flickered — then died.

He was swallowed whole by darkness. And then — the shadows moved.

Translucent, decayed figures emerged as the manor's victims. Their hollow eyes stared at him.

Closer.

Closer.

Their mouths stretched open — impossibly wide.

The whispers became screams.

"Join Us!" Hands — cold and bony — grabbed him.

He screamed — but no sound came out.

They dragged him down — down into the floor — which turned to liquid darkness — pulling him deeper into the house's rotten heart.

And then — silence.

Days later, a search party entered Blackwood Manor. They discovered that his camera was still recording near the Whispering Room. The footage showed Liam entering.

However, what they saw next shook them to the core. As soon as he stepped inside, the camera — still at the doorway — showed his face twist into terror.

After that, dozens of hands arose from the shadows to grab him and drag him to the ground. The last frame showed Liam’s face — pale, lifeless — staring blankly into the camera — before being swallowed by the floor.

His remains were never located. But at night — if you dare go near Blackwood Manor — you might hear him.

Whispering.

calling to you.