Echoes of unseen

They say the dead rest.
But what about the ones who never got the chance?

These stories don't knock. They slip in-uninvited.
You won't find comfort here-only the chill of what watches when the lights go out.
Abandoned houses. Faint whispers. Rooms that remember.
And things that should have stayed buried... but didn't.

Every tale is a breath held too long.
A shadow stretched too far.
An echo you wish you hadn't heard.

They're not waiting to be found.
They've already found you.

"The silence speaks. Can you hear it?"