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I always thought my little brother talked in his sleep. Every night around 2 AM, I’d hear him whispering through the wall. It sounded like a full conversation… but only one voice. At first I ignored it. Then one night I heard him say my name. Clear as day. I got up, walked to his room, and opened the door. He was asleep. Facing the wall. Not moving. But the whispering didn’t stop. It was coming from the closet. I stood there, waiting for it to stop… but instead, it started laughing. Quie