Willlow House's Whisper

"Willow House's Whispers"

Everyone in the town of Elmswood knew one rule: stay away from Willow House after sunset.

It sat at the edge of the woods, crooked and covered in twisting vines, with its shutters always closed and its gate rusted shut. The kids at school said it was haunted. They said if you stood too close, you could hear whispers—soft voices that didn’t belong to anyone you could see.

Nobody ever dared to approach it. Except for Ravi, Maya, Theo, and Layla.

They were the kind of friends who did everything together—solve mysteries, race bikes, even sneak cookies from Mrs. Jenson’s window. And one chilly October evening, they made a bet: whoever could spend an hour in Willow House would win the entire stash of Halloween candy from the other three.

That’s over two hundred pieces of chocolate.

And Ravi really loved chocolate.

So, just after sunset, they climbed over the fence with flashlights, backpacks, and a lot of nerves.

The house groaned as they pushed the door open. Dust swirled in the air like ghosts. The wallpaper peeled in curls, and every step on the wooden floor let out a loud, tired creak. It smelled like old wood, mold, and something sour—like forgotten apples.

“We just stay an hour,” Theo whispered, gripping his flashlight. “Then we’re legends.”

But then Layla pointed. “Do you hear that?”

They froze.

The whispers had started.

It sounded like a dozen voices mumbling just out of earshot. They couldn’t make out the words, but the tone was... wrong. It wasn’t wind. It wasn’t a radio. It appeared as though something was speaking directly into their heads. “Let’s check the living room,” Maya said, trying to sound braver than she felt.

They stepped carefully, their flashlight beams dancing over old furniture covered in sheets. One of the sheets moved. Not by the wind.

It moved upward, as if something beneath it had just stood up.

“Run!” Ravi yelled.

They bolted to the staircase and raced up to the second floor. The whispers followed—closer now, louder. They swirled around them like an invisible storm.

Layla turned to look and gasped. "Our backpacks, guys!" They were gone. All their stuff had vanished, like it had never existed.

“That’s impossible,” Theo said. “We left them by the door!”

Then, as if the house heard him, the whispers hissed louder, and the hallway lights flickered on—one by one—revealing a long, crooked corridor with five doors.

“Were those doors there before?” Maya whispered.

No one answered. Because the truth was—they hadn’t been.

Each door had a name carved into it.

Ravi. Maya. Theo. Layla.

And the last one?

"The One Who Stayed" was all that was said. “What does that mean?” Layla whispered, backing away.

But the doors began to open.

Inside Ravi’s room, a shadow stepped forward, shaped exactly like him—but with glowing red eyes.

In Maya’s, something crawled on the ceiling, repeating her voice over and over in a twisted echo.

Theo’s room was filled with mirrors, but each reflection was moving on its own.

And Layla’s door creaked open to reveal a room full of dolls—every single one with a face that looked like hers, blinking in unison.

“We need to leave. Now,” Ravi said.

But when they turned to run, the hallway was gone.

It had turned into a loop. No matter which direction they went, they came back to the same doors.

Then Layla looked behind the last door again. The dolls were gone. In their place was a mirror... with no reflection.

That’s when the truth hit her.

“The house wants us to pick a door,” she said. “It wants us to stay. One of us.”

The other people gave a head shake. “No way,” said Theo. “No one’s getting left behind.”

But the whispers didn’t like that. The house groaned again—angrier this time—and the floorboards beneath them cracked like bones.

Suddenly, Ravi threw his flashlight to the ground. “We’re not giving it what it wants. We stick together.”

He grabbed their hands.

And they ran—not down the hallway, but straight through the wall.

The house screamed, a horrible sound like a thousand voices crying out. The wall shattered into splinters—and they tumbled out onto the front lawn.

The door slammed shut behind them.

They had their backpacks there. Everything was exactly where they’d left it. Except now, Willow House had no windows. No door. Just a blank wall where the entrance had been.

And as they stood, panting and shaken, Ravi reached into his bag. On top of his books was a single piece of candy wrapped in black paper. He opened it.

Inside was a note that read:

"One of you should stay the next time."

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