It was supposed to be a chill sleepover.
Two brothers, a stormy night, popcorn, and scary movies — nothing out of the ordinary. Until the lights started flickering and the TV suddenly turned to static.
Then came the whispers.
At first, they thought it was just the wind. But the sound was coming from inside the walls — soft voices, like someone having a conversation just behind the wallpaper.
They pressed their ears to the wall.
“…they can hear us…”
Both of them jumped back.
"Okay, nope," the younger one said. "Not funny."
"I didn’t say anything," the other replied, wide-eyed.
The whispers grew louder, clearer. “They shouldn't be here. They're waking it up.”
Suddenly, the floorboards creaked, and a cold breeze swept through the room — even though all the windows were shut.
The door slammed shut by itself.
The lights cut out.
And in the silence that followed, they heard a low growl coming from under the bed.
Neither of them moved.
Then a voice whispered directly into their ears.
