Chapter 1
The house wasn't cheap, but it was quiet. That's what sold it.
No neighbors close enough to hear you scream—at least, that's what the real estate agent joked.
The place sat alone at the edge of a dying town, its windows dark like they'd already seen too much.
When Evan signed the papers, the pen skipped once, as if the ink didn't want to be there.
Chapter 2
The silence inside the house wasn't normal.
It pressed against his ears like water.
At 2:17 a.m., Evan woke up gasping, convinced someone had whispered his name from the hallway.
The hallway was empty—but warmer than the rest of the house.
The silence inside the house wasn't normal.
It pressed against his ears like water.
At 2:17 a.m., Evan woke up gasping, convinced someone had whispered his name from the hallway.
The hallway was empty—but warmer than the rest of the house.
Chapter 3
By day three, the smell appeared.
Not rot. Not mold.
Something sweet—like old perfume mixed with blood.
It drifted from the walls themselves, strongest near the stairs, and vanished whenever Evan tried to follow it.
Chapter 4
The footsteps started on the fourth night.
Slow. Bare.
They paced the ceiling above his bedroom—except there was no second floor.
When Evan shouted, the footsteps stopped instantly, as if whoever—or whatever—was listening.
Chapter 5
Evan found the basement door behind the kitchen pantry.
It hadn't been on the floor plan.
The handle was warm, like someone had just let go.
He didn't open it. That night, something on the other side knocked back.
Evan found the basement door behind the kitchen pantry.
It hadn't been on the floor plan.
The handle was warm, like someone had just let go.
He didn't open it. That night, something on the other side knocked back.
Chapter 6
The town had only eleven residents left.
When Evan asked about the house, conversations died mid-sentence.
One woman crossed herself and whispered, "It remembers."
No one would explain what.
The town had only eleven residents left.
When Evan asked about the house, conversations died mid-sentence.
One woman crossed herself and whispered, "It remembers."
No one would explain what.
Chapter 7
The bathroom mirror fogged even when the water wasn't running.
One night, words appeared in the steam:
STAY STILL
Evan blinked—and his reflection blinked late.
Chapter 8
Scratching came from inside the walls.
Not rodents. Too deliberate.
Fingernails, slow and patient, tracing the shape of his room.
When Evan pressed his ear to the wall, the scratching followed him.
Chapter 9
In the basement—because he eventually had to go down there—Evan found a tape recorder.
The label read: PLAY ME LAST.
He played it anyway.
A man's voice whispered, "It learns your fear first."
Chapter 10
Evan dreamed he was standing in the hallway, unable to move.
The walls pulsed like lungs.
Something behind him inhaled.
When he woke up, the hallway carpet was damp—as if it had been breathing all night.
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