WHISPERS THROUGH THE WALLS

Whispers Through the Walls

The mansion stood silent, its ancient walls whispering tales of a bygone era. Each groan of the wooden floorboards sounded like a voice from beyond. It was as if the foundation of the place held memories, yearning to be heard. At dusk, the whispers grew louder, weaving a eerie tapestry of sound and sensation. One could almost feel crackled w

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