The Whisper from Within

The rain pattered on the window, a quiet percussive lullaby for those settled in the comfort of their homes. Yet, for me, it was an unsettling companion, adding to the silence of my small apartment. It was on such a night that I first heard it—a voice, crisp and distant, carried by the air. "Who are you?" it asked. The words seemed to float, as if spoken from the past.

I turned, half expecting someone to be standing in the room, but of course, no one was there. The room was still and untouched, just as it had been moments before. I shook my head, blaming the oddity on fatigue and the peculiar acoustics of the night.

The following evening, the voice returned, clearer this…