Late at night, Sarah lay in bed, unable to sleep. The house was eerily quiet, except for the faint creaks of the old wooden floorboards. She had always loved the solitude of the night, but tonight felt different. A chill ran down her spine as she heard a faint whisper, barely audible, coming from the corner of her room. At first, she dismissed it as her imagination, but the whisper grew louder, more insistent. It seemed to be calling her name, over and over again.
Sarah sat up, her heart pounding. She strained to hear the words, but they were indistinct, like a ghostly echo. She tried to tell herself it was just the wind, but deep down, she knew better. The whisper grew louder, more urgent, and she could almost make out the words now. ¡°Sarah… come to me…¡± The voice was soft, yet it sent shivers down her spine. She glanced around the room, but there was no one there. The whisper continued, growing more insistent, pulling her towards the door.
Curiosity and fear battled within her. She got out of bed and cautiously walked towards the door. The whisper grew louder with each step, guiding her down the dark hallway. She reached the end of the hall and found herself standing in front of the attic door. The whisper was now a constant presence, urging her to open it. With trembling hands, she turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.
The attic was filled with old furniture and dusty boxes. The whisper seemed to be coming from the far corner, near a large, ornate mirror. Sarah took a deep breath and walked towards it. As she approached, the whisper grew louder, clearer. ¡°Sarah… you can’t escape me…¡± She looked into the mirror and saw her reflection, but something was different. Her eyes were wide with terror, and her face was pale. She could see the forming whisper on her lips, but she wasn’t speaking.
Suddenly, the mirror shattered, and the whisper turned into a scream. Sarah stumbled back, her heart racing. She tried to run, but her legs felt like lead. The whisper was all around her now, a cacophony of voices, all calling her name. She closed her eyes, hoping to block out the sound, but it only grew louder. When she opened them again, she was no longer in the attic. She was standing in a dark, foggy forest, with the whisper echoing all around her.
¡°Sarah… you can’t escape me…¡± The voice was everywhere, and she realized with a jolt of terror that it was coming from within her. She tried to scream, but no sound came out. The whisper had taken over, and she was lost in its darkness.
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