The Whispering Shadows: A Tale of Terror!

The Whispering Shadows: A Tale of Terror

It all started when Clara confided in me about the whispers. She insisted that, every night, she heard unsettling murmurs drifting through the air. At first, I dismissed it as an overactive imagination, but one night, I heard them too—faint, eerie, and persistent.

Curious and unnerved, I made my way to her room. As I stepped inside, I realized the whispers weren’t coming from within the house. They seemed to echo from somewhere beyond our reality. Clara was already awake, staring wide-eyed at the darkened corner of her room. "They're coming," she whispered, her voice trembling. "They want to take me."

That night, the air grew thick, heavy, as if the very fabric of space had started to warp. Then, something even more disturbing happened. My eyes landed on the mirror, and instead of reflecting the room, it showed an abyss—a place of endless darkness and shifting shadows.

Before I could react, the shadows began to emerge from the mirror, stretching out long, unnatural fingers. The room was filled with an unearthly chill as Clara gasped, frozen in terror. I tried to reach her, to pull her away, but the shadows moved too quickly. They wrapped around her, engulfing her form in their inky grasp.

In a matter of seconds, she was gone.

The mirror returned to normal, reflecting only the empty room where Clara once stood. I was left alone, trembling, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

Since that night, Clara has never been seen again. No one else remembers hearing the whispers. No one believes me when I tell them what happened. But every night, at exactly 2 a.m., the whispers return—growing louder, more insistent. As if they are searching… searching for their next victim.

Who will be the next to disappear into the darkness?