The old house at the edge of the village had been abandoned for decades.No one went near it after sunset,for the elders claimed that tge walls whispers at night.
Rahul,a college student,didn't believe in such tales.one evening,on a dare,he entered the crumbling house with just a flashlight.Dust swirled in the air,and the wooden floor creaked beneath his steps.
At first,everything was silent.Then-he heard it.
A faint whisper.
"Leave"
The light flickered. shadows twisted unnaturally across the walls,but the whispers grew louder.They didn't just echo around him-they hissed inside his head.
On the second floor,he found an old mirror,cracked and covered in grime.strangely.his reflection was clear-too cleae.The "him"in the mirror smiled back,though Rahul had not moved his lips.
The reflection whispered,
you shoudn't have come here".
Rahul dropped the flashlight.Darkness swallowed the room.The whisper turned into screams,and hand-cold,unseen-dragged him into the mirror.
The next morning,the villagers saw the house silent once again,But in the broken mirror upstairs,a new face stared back-Rahuls frozen in terror,whispering forever to the next visitors.