the frozen whisper
The old cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, yet every winter, people claimed to hear whispers carried by the wind.
I didn’t believe it—until I spent a night there. As the temperature dropped, frost crept along the windows, and a voice whispered my name from the icy darkness outside. It wasn’t the wind. Something out there knew I was inside, and it wanted in.”
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wonderful 💫