The night is unusually silence "!
Ethan Carter stood in front of the old house at the end of Raven Street. The wind moved slowly through the broken trees, making a soft whispering sound. The house looked abandoned for years, yet something about it felt… alive.
Ethan tightened his jacket and looked at the rusty gate.
"Why did I even come here?" he murmured to himself.
People in the town always talked about this house. They said strange sounds came from it at night. Some even claimed they saw shadows moving inside the windows.
But Ethan didn't believe in ghosts.
At least… not until tonight.
He slowly pushed the gate open.
Creaaaak…
The sound echoed through the dark street.
Ethan stepped inside the yard. Dead leaves covered the ground and the air smelled old and damp. The house stood tall in front of him like a dark giant watching his every move.
Suddenly, the wind stopped.
Everything became quiet.
Too quiet.
Ethan walked toward the front door. It was half open, moving slightly as if someone had just entered.
His heart started beating faster.
"Hello?" Ethan called.
No answer.
Only silence.
He stepped inside.
The wooden floor made a cracking sound under his shoes. The inside of the house was dark, except for a small light coming from the moon through a broken window.
Old furniture was covered with white cloths.
Then Ethan heard it.
A soft whisper.
"…Ethan…"
He froze.
His name.
Someone had just whispered his name.
Slowly, he turned around.
But no one was there.
His breathing became heavy. He tried to convince himself it was just the wind.
But deep inside, he knew one thing.
He was not alone in this house.
And whatever was inside… already knew him.....!