The next day, it has could not shake the feeling. The whisper i echoed in his mind, pulling at him like an invisible thread.
By evening, he found himself standing at the foot of the hill.
"I will just take a look," he muttered.
The path to the mension was overgrown, the air colder with every step. When he reached the door, it's low creacked open... as if it had been waiting for him.
Inside, the air smelled old the damp. Dust floated in the air like tiny ghosts. The floorboards groaned under his feet.
"...Ethan..."
The whisper again
This time, it came from upstairs.