Her hand trembled as she reached for the doorknob, twisting it slowly. The door creaked open, revealing a room bathed in moonlight.
The source of the whisper became clear—it was a music box, turning slowly on the desk.
She stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of life. Nothing seemed out of place, yet the feeling of being watched persisted.
The music box was old, intricately carved, and unfamiliar to her. It hadn’t been there before.
She approached it cautiously, the haunting melody echoing through the room.
A sudden breeze swept through, extinguishing the moonlight and leaving her in darkness.
Her breath hitched. She felt a presence near her, an invisible force that chilled her to the bone.
In the darkness, the whispering resumed, this time closer, as if the walls themselves were speaking.
She stumbled backward, reaching for the door, desperate to escape the oppressive atmosphere.
But the door seemed miles away, her hand grasping at nothing but air.
And then, just as suddenly as it began, the music stopped, leaving her in silence once more.
She knew she had to leave, to find a way out of this nightmare.
