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1.The Whispers in the Walls. Lena moved into the old house on Blackwood Street, hoping for a fresh start. The rent was suspiciously cheap, but she ignored the warning signs. The first night, as she lay in bed, she heard it—a faint whispering coming from inside the walls. At first, she thought it was the pipes. Old houses made noises. But the whispers continued. Soft, urgent voices, speaking in a language she couldn’t understand. Some nights, they giggled. Other nights, they sobbed. One evening, curiosity got the better of her. She pressed her ear against the wall. The whispering stopped. The silence was worse. Then—knock, knock, knock. From inside the wall. Lena jumped back. The knocks came again, faster this time. She grabbed a hammer from the toolbox and, with shaking hands, smashed a hole in the plaster. Dust filled the air. The whispers returned, louder now, as if relieved to be heard. As the dust settled, Lena peered into the darkness. A single, bloodshot eye stared back at her. A...