The following days, the whisper continued to follow Lyra, lingering in the silence, whispering from the shadows. Every time she wore red, it grew stronger, feeding off the color as though it were a lifeline.
One evening, Lyra confided in her elderly neighbor, Mrs. Hargrove, as they sipped tea in her cozy living room.
"Mrs. Hargrove, have you ever... heard of strange things happening in that old theater?" Lyra asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
The old woman's face grew pale, and she set her teacup down with a faint clink. "That theater...," she trailed off, her gaze drifting somewhere distant. "A woman vanished there in the late 1800s. They say she was wearing a red dress."
Lyra's fingers tightened around her cup. "What happened to her?"
Mrs. Hargrove leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. "They say she wanted to be heard, but no one listened. No one ever did."
The chill in the room intensified, pressing in on them. Lyra left soon after, Mrs. Hargrove's words echoing in her mind. As she walked home, she heard the whisper again, louder this time, almost... angry.
"Hush."
A shiver ran down her spine. Lyra couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched, as though the darkness was alive, holding its breath for something to happen.
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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...
