The next day, Jenny tried to tell her parents about the
strange noise she had heard the night before. She described the whispering and
how it seemed to come from the basement. Her parents listened but dismissed her
concerns with a reassuring smile. "It's an old house, Jenny. Old houses
make strange noises sometimes," her mother said. Her father nodded in
agreement. "Nothing to worry about. It's just settling noises," he
added. Jenny wasn't convinced, but she didn't argue. She felt frustrated and
alone in her fear.
That night, as she lay in bed, the whispering started again.
It was faint at first, but soon it grew louder and more persistent. This time,
something was different. As Jenny listened intently, she saw a shadow flicker
in the hallway outside her room. Her heart raced, and fear gripped her, but
curiosity got the better of her. She needed to know what was causing the noise
and the shadow. With trembling hands, she grabbed her flashlight from the
bedside table and quietly crept out of her room.
The hallway was dark and cold, the air thick with an uneasy
stillness. Jenny turned on the flashlight, its beam cutting through the
darkness. She saw the shadow move again, further down the hallway. She followed
it cautiously, each step making the floor creak beneath her. The shadow seemed
to glide effortlessly, leading her toward a door at the very end of the hallway.
It was an old, wooden door that looked like it hadn't been opened in years,
covered in dust and cobwebs. Jenny reached out and touched the doorknob,
feeling its cold metal under her fingers. She hesitated, a sense of dread
washing over her. But her determination to uncover the truth was stronger. She
took a deep breath, braced herself, and slowly began to turn the doorknob, not
knowing what she would find on the other side.
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