Midnight Whispers: A Chilling Horror Story
It was midnight when I first heard the whispers in the hallway. That simple phrase—midnight whispers—echoed through the stillness, chilling my spine. If you love ghost stories and supernatural suspense, sit tight—this one’s made just for you.
The First Whisper
The night was unnaturally silent, moonlight casting strange shapes across the floor. As the clock struck 12:00 AM, I heard it again: a soft, indistinct whisper, like someone calling my name from the darkness. My heart pounded. I tip‑toed toward the hallway, each step heavy with dread.
Footsteps in the Dark
The whispers stopped, replaced by barely audible footsteps. Footsteps... but with no one there. I held my breath, gripping the doorframe—my palms sweaty, breath shallow. The hallway light flickered.
The Shadow in the Mirror
I fled and slapped on the bathroom light. The mirror showed… nothing. But when the light blinked out, a face appeared—pale, sunken eyes staring straight at me. Then, midnight whispers resumed: urgent, menacing, “Come see…”
The Final Whisper
I ran. The house seemed to stretch—hallways longer, rooms darker. With each heartbeat, the whisper grew louder until it was in my ear: marrow‑freezing, bone‑deep. Then silence. I fell to the floor—only to find a name scrawled on the wood: “Raza”—my name. And beneath it: “Next.”
Dialogue
“Who’s there?” I whispered.
No reply—only the shifting of floorboards.
“This isn’t real,” I tried to reassure myself.
The whisper came again, softer, familiar, “Raza… next.”
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About the Author
Written by Raza, a lover of dark tales, shadows, and midnight musings. Follow for more horror stories that will keep you up at night.
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