The Whispering Room -- Part One: The Locked Door

 

The Whispering Room 

Part One: The Locked Door

There was once a 13-year-old girl named Lina who moved with her parents to an old house in a small village. The house was large, cold, and quiet. The villagers said no one had lived there for 20 years. They warned Lina’s family not to move in. But Lina’s parents didn’t believe in ghosts or curses.

As they unpacked, Lina explored the house. She found a locked door at the end of a dark hallway on the second floor. When she asked her parents about it, they said, “Don’t worry about that room. It’s just an old storage space.”

But every night, Lina heard whispers coming from behind the locked door.

At first, it sounded like a faint wind. Then, she began to hear words.
“Lina... come play...”
“Help me...”

One night, she pressed her ear to the door. The voice was clear:
“They’re lying to you...”

Lina was scared. She told her mom and dad, but they laughed and said she was just imagining things.

That night, Lina had a strange dream. She saw a girl who looked just like her but paler, dirtier, and crying. The girl was trapped in a dark room, scratching the walls.
She screamed, “Help me! I’m still in there!”

Lina woke up sweating. The next day, she found a rusty key hidden under a loose floorboard in her room. She felt pulled toward the locked door. That night, while her parents were asleep, she crept down the hall with the key in her shaking hand.

Click.

The door opened.

Inside was a dusty, cold room with nothing but a mirror on the wall. As she stepped in, the door slammed shut behind her.

She ran to the mirror and gasped.

The reflection wasn’t her.

It was the girl from her dream the pale version of her but the girl was smiling now.

Suddenly, Lina couldn’t move. Her arms and legs were frozen. She tried to scream, but her mouth wouldn’t open. The girl in the mirror waved and whispered:

“Thank you.”

Then she stepped out of the mirror.

Lina watched in horror as the other girl who now looked exactly like her walked out of the room, leaving her trapped behind the glass.

The next morning, the new “Lina” was eating breakfast. Her parents didn’t notice anything wrong. She smiled sweetly, just like their daughter always did.

But upstairs, behind the locked door, the real Lina banged and screamed inside the mirror.

No one could hear her.

And every night, the mirror whispered to her:

“You let her out... now you’ll never leave...”