After the boy screamed "NOWWWW!."
They started coming after him.
Not walking — running.
Fast.
Faster.
Their feet slapped the pavement in uneven rhythm, like wolves breaking into a sprint. Faces blank, movements jerking, they surged forward in silence except for one sound — the faint, dry hiss of whispered breath, the sound of his name:
"Ezra…"
He turned and ran.
The streets blurred into gray and glass. His lungs burned, his heartbeat filled his skull. Every window he passed reflected hundreds of figures behind him, all identical, all staring. The air trembled with that whisper — multiplying, layering over itself until it became a static hum that filled the sky.
He darted into an alley, stumbled, shoved open a stairwell door. The metal slammed shut behind him with a clang that echoed like a bell. He climbed — two steps at a time, lungs tearing, the whispers crawling up the walls.
On the fifth floor, a door opened suddenly. A man stood there — middle-aged, pale, trembling. Behind him, a woman and a child peeked out.
"Here!" the man called. "Come here, you can be safe inside!"
Ezra hesitated only a second, then staggered toward them, gasping. "Thank you—thank you—"
He crossed the threshold, and the door clicked shut behind him.
The hallway inside was dark. Too dark.
He looked up.
The family stood still. The man's eyes glimmered faintly in the dim light — not with fear, but with a glassy stillness, like something looking through him rather than at him.
"Safe," the woman whispered. "You're safe now… Ezra."
His blood went cold.
He stepped back slowly. "How do you—?"
The child tilted her head, smiling too wide. "You said your name."
And then — from behind the walls, from every vent, from the ceiling itself — came the soft susurration of voices repeating it.
"Ezra… Ezra… Ezra…"
He bolted toward the hallway, slammed into a door, and found another — the bathroom. He dove in, slammed it shut, turned the lock, and pressed his back against the wood.
The whispers pressed closer. They weren't shouts. They were gentle, intimate — like the sound of someone breathing into his ear.
Ezra… open the door.
Ezra, we're waiting.
Ezra, don't hide.
He covered his ears, slid down to the floor. "Stop—stop—please stop…"
The knocking started. Soft at first. Then harder. The rhythm wrong — too fast, too many hands.
Then came the voices.
His mother, Rosey's voice."Ezra, sweetheart, open up."
His father, Miller's voice."Son, it's okay. You're safe."
His wife, Mellody's voice."Ezra…" — her voice soft, trembling — "it's me. It's Mellody. Please, open the door. Don't be afraid."
His breath hitched. His heart cracked between fear and desperate hope.
"No," he whispered, shaking his head. "You're not them. You're not real."
The knocking stopped.
For a moment, there was silence.
Then a single whisper, right against the door, almost too close to be possible: "You're caught now, Ezra."
And then — nothing.
The world held its breath.
Not a sound.
Not even wind.
He sat there for what felt like hours, shaking, the silence pressing down like weight.
Finally, he forced himself up. His hand shook as it reached for the doorknob. His breathing came fast and shallow, each exhale scraping his throat.
He turned the lock. The click was deafening.
The door creaked open an inch.
The hallway beyond was drenched in dim light — flickering, colorless, wrong.
He stepped out slowly, his face twitching with the ache of fear. Every breath felt too loud.
And then he saw it.
The room beyond was dim, the air heavy with the smell of rust and rot. Faint light from the hallway flickered, revealing chaos — overturned chairs, shattered glass, fragments of furniture scattered like bones.
And across the far wall, where the faint light trembled, something was written.
Letters dragged in dark, half-dried blood but looked fresher — uneven, trembling strokes that formed a single word.
EZRA
Then something eerie, like bone cracking and teeth twitching harder, whispering laughs — like scratching the wall.
But in the room.
It's only HIM.
His breath caught.
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