Lyra Callen fastened the last button on her new dress—a deep, almost blood-like red that clung to her curves. She surveyed herself in the mirror, admiring how the color seemed to radiate confidence, grounding her.
"I don't know why red makes me feel this way," she murmured to her reflection. "Safe, somehow."
As she turned to grab her shoes, a cold breath brushed against her ear. A voice whispered, low and chilling, "Hush."
Lyra froze, her heart pounding. She whipped around, scanning the empty room. The windows were closed, and the night outside was silent. Trying to shake off the feeling, she slipped into her heels, dismissing the voice as her imagination playing tricks.
Later, she walked through the silent streets, headed toward the town's annual festival at the old theater. The theater was an imposing structure, its grand facade hiding years of dust and neglect. Tonight, however, lights glowed from within, laughter spilling onto the street.
As Lyra took her seat in the dim auditorium, she noticed a faded, brownish stain on the cushion—a stain that looked disturbingly like dried blood. A chill crept down her spine, but she brushed it off, telling herself it was just an old seat.
Suddenly, she heard the whisper again, soft yet insistent, curling around her like smoke. "Hush."
Lyra turned, her eyes darting across the crowd, but everyone was absorbed in the show. No one else seemed to hear it. Shivering, she tried to concentrate on the performance, but the whisper echoed in her mind all night, refusing to let go.
As she left the theater, a feeling of dread settled in her stomach. What did the whisper want from her? She couldn't shake the feeling that the night was just beginning.
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Hush
HorrorA quiet town hides a dark history that's about to resurface, and one woman's obsession with the color red pulls her into a nightmare she may never escape. In this chilling story, Lyra Callen, a woman with an unusual affinity for red, finds herself t...
