it started with the phone calls every night at exactly 3:00 a. m. my phone would ring not a text not a notification a full blaring ringtone that shattered The Silence of my dark bedroom the first time it happened I thought it was a wrong number I picked up the phone half asleep and mumbled a groggy hello there was no response just silence and then a whisper it was so faint So Soft that I almost missed it but it was there a voice barely audible like someone was speaking from the other end of a long empty tunnel I couldn't make out the words but the tone it was urgent almost desperate like a warning I hung up my heart pounding it was probably just a prank call I told myself some bored kid messing with people in the middle of the night I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong the next night it happened again 300 a.
m. the phone rang I stared at it my stomach twisting into knots the screen said unknown number I didn't want to answer but I couldn't help myself I had to know hello I said my voice trembling again the silence and then the whisper this time I could make out a few words don't trust him I froze who is this I demanded the line went dead I sat there in the dark clutching my phone my mind racing who was this what did they mean and why were they calling me I tried to convince myself it was just a coincidence maybe someone had the wrong number maybe it was a glitch but deep down I knew it wasn't there was something about that voice something cold something wrong the calls kept coming every night at exactly 3:00 a. m.
some sometimes The Whispers were clear other times they were garbled like static but they were always the same cryptic ominous warnings he's watching you don't let him in you're not alone I started to dread the sound of my phone ringing I'd lie awake staring at the clock waiting for it to hit 3:00 a. m. when it did I'd hold my breath my heart pounding in my chest until the the ringing started I couldn't bring myself to answer anymore I just let it ring over and over until it stopped but the calls didn't stop and neither did The Whispers one night I couldn't take it anymore I grabbed my phone and screamed into it who are you what do you want there was a pause and then The Voice spoke clearer than ever before I'm in the house I dropped the phone like it was on fire my breath came in short panicked gasps as I stared at the device lying on the floor the screen was still lit the call still connected I could hear faint breathing on the other end I grabbed the phone and ended the call my hands shaking my mind was racing what did they mean I'm in the house was this some kind of sick joke or was someone actually in my house I grabbed a baseball bat from the closet and started checking every room the living room the kitchen the bathroom all empty I even checked the closets and under the beds nothing but as I stood in the hallway bat in hand I couldn't shake the feel feeling that I wasn't alone the house felt different colder quieter like the air itself was holding its breath I went back to bed but I didn't sleep I just lay there staring at the ceiling waiting for the sun to rise the next day I called the police I told them about the calls about the whispers about the feeling that someone was in my house they sent an officer over to check things out but he didn't find anything no signs of forced entry no hidden cameras no evidence that anyone had been in the house it's probably just a prank the officer said giving me a sympathetic smile kids these days you know they get a kick out of scaring people I nodded but I didn't believe him this wasn't a prank this was something else that night the call came again 300 a.
m. I stared at the phone my heart pounding I didn't want to answer but I had to know hello I whispered the voice was clearer this time you're not safe who are you I demanded what do you want there was a pause and then the voice said look behind you I froze my blood turned to ice I didn't want to look I didn't want to know but I couldn't help myself I turned around there was nothing there just the empty darkness of my bedroom I let out a shaky breath and turned back to the phone this isn't funny I said my voice trembling stop calling me the line went dead I sat there in the dark my heart racing I felt like I was losing my mind was this real was someone actually in my house or was I just imagining it I didn't know what to do I couldn't keep living like this jumping at every shadow dreading the sound of my own phone I had to find out who was doing this I had to stop them the next day I called a private investigator his name was Mark and he specialized In Stocking cases I told him everything the calls The Whispers the feeling that someone was in my house he listened carefully taking notes and then he said I'll look into it for the first time in weeks I felt a glimmer of hope maybe Mark could find out who was behind this maybe he could make it stop that night the call came again 3 a. m.
I didn't answer I just let it ring over and over until it stopped the next morning Mark called me I traced the number he said it's coming from inside your house I felt like the floor had dropped out from under me what do you mean the calls are being made from a device inside your house he explained it's not an outside number it's coming from somewhere in your home I didn't understand how was that possible I lived alone there was no one else in the house and yet the calls were coming from inside I thanked Mark and hung up my mind racing I had to find the source of the calls I had to know who or what was doing this I spent the rest of the day searching the house I checked every room every closet every corner I even crawled into the attic in the basement but I didn't find anything no hidden phones no strange devices Nothing by the time night fell I was exhausted I collapsed onto the couch my head spinning I didn't know what to do I felt like I was going crazy and then the call came again 3 a. m. I stared at the phone my heart pounding I didn't want to answer but I had to know hello I whispered the voice was clear this time you're running out of time who are you I demanded what do you want there was a pause and then the voice said I'm in the walls I dropped the phone and scrambled to my feet my heart racing the walls what did that mean was someone liting in the walls I grabbed a flashlight and started tapping on the walls listening for any Hollow spots I didn't find anything the walls were solid just as they should be but as I stood there in the hallway I heard it a faint scratching sound like something was moving inside the walls I froze my breath caught in my throat the scratching grew louder closer and then I heard it a voice muffled but unmistakable I'm here I screamed and ran out of the house not stopping until I was halfway down the block I stood there in the cold night air my heart pounding my breath coming in ragged gasps I didn't know what to do I couldn't go back in there I couldn't face whatever was in the walls I called Mark and told him what had happened he listened quietly and then said I'll be there in 10 minutes when he arrived I was still standing outside shivering in the cold he took one look at me and said let's go inside I shook my head I can't I can't go back in there you have to he said gently we need to find out what's going on I took a deep breath and nodded I couldn't keep running I had to face this we went back inside mark leading the way he had a tool belt slung over his shoulder and he started tapping on the walls listening for any Hollow spots I followed him my heart pounding with every step and then in the hallway he stopped here he said pointing to a spot on the wall there's something behind here he pulled out a crowbar and started prying at the wall I stood back my hands clenched into fists my breath coming in short panicked gasps the wall gave way with a loud crack and Mark shown his flashlight inside I expected to see wires pipes maybe a hidden compartment but what I saw made my blood run cold there was a phone an old rotary phone covered in dust it was connected to a mess of wires that snaked through the walls leading to who knows where Mark reached in and picked up the phone he held it to his ear and his face went pale what is it I asked my voice trembling he didn't answer he just handed me the phone I held it to my ear and I heard it the whisper I'm here I dropped the phone and backed away my heart racing what is this I demanded what's going on Mark shook his head I don't know but we need to get out of here now we ran out of the house and didn't stop until we were back on the street I stood there shaking as Mark called the police when they arrived they searched the house from top to bottom they found the phone the wires but no explanation no one knew how it had gotten there or who had been using it I didn't go back to the house I couldn't I stayed in a hotel for a few nights and then I moved to a new place I changed my number my address everything I thought that would be the end of it but it wasn't because last night at exactly 3:00 a.
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