At exactly 2:17 a.m., the walls started whispering my name.
The first time, I thought I was dreaming.
“...Alex…”
Soft. Faint. Like it was coming from inside the walls.
The next night, it happened again. Louder.
“Alex… come closer…”
I pressed my ear to the wall.
Nothing.
Then a small tapping sound.
Tap… tap… tap…
It moved—traveling along the wall, leading me to the closet.
My hands shook as I opened it.
Inside, nothing but darkness.
Then the whisper came again—this time right next to my ear