Whispers in the Dark

Lena moved into her new apartment, excited for a fresh start. The first night was quiet—until she heard whispering. Soft, unintelligible murmurs drifted from the vents.

She pressed her ear against one.

“Help me.”

Her blood ran cold.

She called the landlord the next morning. He frowned. “That unit was empty for years. The last tenant…” He hesitated. “She disappeared. Police never found her.”

That night, the whispers returned. Closer. Louder.

Then a hand reached out from the vent.