Jack Sullivan and Emily Carter, a young couple eager to start fresh, move into a charming, secluded house on the outskirts of town. At first glance, it seems idyllic-but beneath its welcoming exterior lies a sinister force. As Jack's behavior grows...
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Jack Sullivan steered the U-Haul truck up the winding gravel driveway, the engine rumbling softly as he parked in front of the old Victorian house. The late afternoon sun bathed the pale-blue exterior in a warm glow, its white shutters and wraparound porch radiating a postcard-perfect charm.
Emily Carter stepped out of the passenger side, her auburn hair catching the light as she stretched. “It’s even better than the pictures,” she said, her voice filled with excitement.
Jack smiled, wiping his hands on his jeans as he joined her by the front steps. “Told you it was worth the trip.”
The couple had spent months searching for an affordable home where they could start their new life together. This house, tucked away in a quiet town, seemed too good to be true: spacious, picturesque, and priced well below market value.
Inside, the house was just as inviting. Hardwood floors gleamed under the soft light streaming through the tall windows, and the faint scent of cedar lingered in the air. Emily wandered from room to room, envisioning how they’d make it their own.
“Jack! Come see this kitchen!” she called from the back of the house.
Jack followed, grinning at her enthusiasm. “You’re already planning dinner parties, aren’t you?”
“Obviously,” Emily teased, playfully bumping his shoulder.
By the time they unloaded the last box, night had fallen, casting the house in shadow. Emily yawned, collapsing onto the old leather couch they’d inherited from Jack’s parents. “This is going to be amazing,” she murmured, her eyes drifting shut.
Jack covered her with a blanket and stood for a moment, taking in the quiet stillness of their new home. He wandered into the kitchen, grabbed a beer, and leaned against the counter, letting the excitement of the day settle.
But then, something broke the silence.
A faint sound—soft, almost imperceptible—floated through the air. At first, Jack thought it was the creak of the old wooden beams settling. But as he listened, his heart began to race. It wasn’t the house.
It was a whisper.
Low and indistinct, it seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. Jack turned his head sharply, trying to pinpoint the source.
“Emily?” he called, his voice unsteady.
No answer.
The whisper grew louder, more insistent, like dozens of voices overlapping in hushed chaos. It sent a shiver crawling up his spine. Jack set the beer down, his hands trembling slightly, and stepped into the hallway.
“Hello?” he called, his voice echoing faintly.
The whispers stopped.
For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of his own breathing. Jack shook his head, trying to dismiss the unease clawing at his chest. It’s just the house settling, he told himself. An old place like this is bound to make noise.
But as he turned off the lights and headed to bed, he couldn’t shake the feeling that someone—or something—was watching him.
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