💀 Murder / Slasher

When Evelyn bought the old Harrow House, the villagers told her it had been empty for decades. She didn’t care — she wanted peace, not gossip.

The first night was quiet, except for the faint ticking of the hall clock. But by the second night, Evelyn began to hear whispers. Soft, breathy voices coming from the walls. They spoke in fragments — her name, mostly, followed by faint laughter.