The house next to mine had been locked for years. No one lived there. That's what everyone said. Then the sounds began. Scratching along the wall. Soft footsteps. Laughter that felt far too close to ignore. One night, someone knocked on my door. No one was there. But a voice spoke from the other side of the wall. The neighbors refused to explain. Questions were discouraged. And the wall started to feel thinner with every passing night.
Some places aren't empty. They're waiting. And once you notice what's on the other side, you can never unhear it.
The house next to mine had been locked for years. No one lived there. That's what everyone said. Then the sounds began. Scratching along the wall. Soft footsteps. Laughter that felt far too close to ignore. One night, someone knocked on my door. No one was there. But a voice spoke from the other side of the wall. The neighbors refused to explain. Questions were discouraged. And the wall started to feel thinner with every passing night.
Some places aren't empty. They're waiting. And once you notice what's on the other side, you can never unhear it.