
Whispers in the Dark
By dasek38054

03 Aug, 2024

It was a dark, stormy night when Ben arrived at the house. The place was creepy, filled with an unsettling silence that made his skin crawl.

As he stepped inside, the house seemed to groan in protest. The floorboards creaked ominously under his weight. He shivered, feeling a sense of dread.

Ben ventured further into the house, his flashlight piercing the darkness. He entered a room, its air heavy with an unseen presence.

Suddenly, he heard a faint whisper, a disembodied voice that seemed to be calling his name. His heart pounded in his chest as he turned towards the sound.

Ben followed the whispers down the staircase. His hands were clammy on the wooden railing, his senses heightened by fear.

As he reached the bottom, the whispers grew louder, chilling him to the bone. He could hardly breathe, his fear overwhelming him.

In the basement, the whispers seemed to echo around him, a chorus of voices that sent shivers down his spine.

Suddenly, a cold gust of wind blew, extinguishing his flashlight. Ben was plunged into darkness, the whispers growing louder and more menacing.

In the inky darkness, Ben felt a cold hand touch his shoulder. He screamed, his voice echoing in the basement.

He tried to run but tripped, hitting his head. The last thing he remembered was the sound of the whispers growing fainter.

Hours later, Ben woke up in the basement, his head throbbing. The whispers had ceased, replaced by an eerie silence.

He stumbled out of the house, vowing never to return. The whispers in the dark remained a chilling memory, a haunting reminder of the house's eerie presence.