Late at night, Sarah sat alone in her old family house. The wind howled outside, rattling the windows. Suddenly, she heard a faint whisper coming from the shadows of the living room.
“Sarah... come closer...” the voice breathed.
Heart pounding, she stood up and slowly walked toward the darkness. The whisper grew louder, more urgent, pulling her deeper into the room.
When she reached the corner, there was nothing there — just silence and cold air.
But then, a chilling hand grabbed her shoulder from behind.
She never screamed.