whispers in the wall

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Eliza stood in the hallway, her phone pressed to her ear, waiting for Sean to pick up. The air was thick with the oppressive weight of the whispers, their urgency rising with every passing second. Every fiber of her being screamed to get out of the house, but she couldn't leave without Sean.

She tried calling again, her breath coming faster now. No answer.

With a final glance down the shadowy hallway, she made her way to the stairs. The silence in the house felt unnatural, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. She descended quickly, the old wooden steps creaking under her weight. The cold air seemed to follow her as she reached the bottom floor, the house feeling more like a tomb than a home.

The living room was empty. The piano stood silent, its keys untouched, but the eerie feeling lingered, as if the house was watching her every move. Eliza moved through the house, calling out for Sean, but there was no answer.

When she reached the basement door, her pulse quickened. Something was wrong. A deep sense of dread gnawed at her as she gripped the doorknob. The moment she opened it, a rush of cold air hit her face.

"Sean?" she called out, stepping into the dark, musty space. "This isn't funny."

There was no reply. Only the distant sound of the house groaning, like it was settling under an unseen weight. The dim light from the overhead bulb cast long shadows on the walls as Eliza made her way down the stairs.

She froze halfway down when she saw it—a figure standing at the bottom of the stairs. For a moment, she thought it was Sean, but then her eyes adjusted, and her heart stopped.

The figure wasn't him.

It was a silhouette, darker than the shadows around it, standing unnaturally still. Its shape was indistinct, like a patch of darkness that didn't belong in the space. Eliza felt a cold shiver crawl up her spine as the figure took a step toward her, its presence oppressive, suffocating.

"Sean?" she whispered, but her voice trembled with fear.

The figure didn't respond. It just stood there, slowly swaying as if caught in the pull of something far deeper, something older than this house itself. The whispers seemed to emanate from it, growing louder, more frantic, until the sound was nearly deafening.

"Eliza…" The voice was distorted now, no longer just a whisper but a deep, guttural tone. "You shouldn't have come."

The air around Eliza seemed to thicken, pressing against her chest. She felt as though the house itself was suffocating her, trapping her in a web of its ancient power.

"No," Eliza gasped, her hands shaking as she backed up the stairs. "No, please, leave us alone."

But the figure advanced toward her, its form becoming clearer as it stepped out of the shadows. It was a tall, human-like shape, but its features were twisted—its face was an empty void, black and endless, and its limbs seemed to stretch unnaturally long, like they were made of smoke and shadows. Its presence exuded malice, a hunger that reached into her very soul.

Just as Eliza turned to flee, she heard a voice—a familiar one—calling out from the top of the stairs.

"Eliza! Get out of here!"

Sean. It was Sean, but his voice was strained, desperate. She didn't have time to think; she just ran. She bolted up the stairs, her feet pounding on the wooden steps, and when she reached the top, she turned to see him standing there, a wild look in his eyes.

"Get back!" he shouted, his voice laced with panic. "It's coming for you! We have to go now!" But Eliza stopped dead in her tracks, staring at him. He looked... different. His face was pale, his eyes wide with terror, and there were deep shadows under his eyes like he hadn't slept in days. He looked like he'd seen something terrible.

"Sean, what's happening? What's down there?" Eliza whispered, her voice barely audible.

Sean hesitated for a moment before speaking, his voice shaking. "I—I went down to the basement. I thought I could figure it out, but... I saw it, Eliza. That thing. It... it's real. It's been here for decades."

Eliza's heart pounded. "What do you mean? What thing?"

"The thing Aunt Rosemary summoned," Sean said, his eyes wide with fear. "The thing that's been trapped in this house. I think it's been feeding off us, feeding off our fear. And now... now it's awake."

The whispers grew louder, the sound echoing through the house. It was as if the walls themselves were alive, calling to them, pulling them into something they didn't understand.

"Is that what this is? What Aunt Rosemary was trying to keep us from?" Eliza said, her voice barely above a whisper. "The entity she was trying to trap?"

Sean nodded grimly. "It's worse than we thought. I think... I think it was never fully sealed. It's been waiting for someone to break the barrier."

Eliza's mind raced. They had to get out. The house had turned against them, and the thing trapped inside wanted nothing more than to be freed.

"What do we do?" she asked, desperation creeping into her voice.

Sean grabbed her arm, pulling her toward the stairs. "We have to destroy it. We have to break the seal. We're running out of time."

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