THE THIRTEENTH BREATH

The Thirteenth Breath
"Count carefully. The thirteenth breath is never yours."

They thought the old house was just wood, dust, and silence. But every night, the air thickens, the walls remember, and the rooms breathe with something unseen. Footsteps echo where no one walks. Beds sag with the weight of someone who isn't there. And between midnight and dawn, a presence lingers-counting every inhale, every exhale, until yours no longer belongs to you.

A haunting that doesn't rattle chains but steals the air from your lungs.
A story of whispers, inheritance, and a roommate you will never see-but will always feel.