Lately, my nights have been haunted by strange disturbances.
After falling asleep, I sometimes hear faint noises drifting through the room—like something brushing softly against the walls. Yet whenever I switch on the light to search, there is nothing. Nothing at all.
The dreams have grown unsettling too.
I keep finding myself plummeting into an endless abyss, the wind howling in my ears, my body tearing apart as if dragged in every direction at once. Each time I wake, my heart pounds out of rhythm, and my palms are drenched in cold sweat.
I keep telling myself it's only stress. That it's all in my head.
But deep down, I'm no longer certain.
What unsettles me most is that my daughter sleeps soundly through the night.
If these sounds are real, why has she never stirred?
Could it be that only I can hear them?
Or worse—
what if those whispers have been calling out to me all along?