Strong Horror story

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.

And then the wall breathed.

She screamed as pale, grasping hands reached out, pulling her in. The hole in the wall sealed shut behind her, and the house fell silent once more.

The next tenant would move in soon.

And the whispers would begin again.

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2"The Man in the Reflection"

Ethan never believed in ghosts. He laughed at horror movies and rolled his eyes at ghost stories. But that changed the night he saw the man in his bathroom mirror.

It started as a flicker—a shadow behind him. He spun around, but his bathroom was empty. Shrugging it off, he turned back to the mirror and nearly screamed.

A man stood there. His face was twisted in a grin too wide, his eyes black pits. But the worst part? The man was inside the reflection, not the room.

Ethan staggered back. His own reflection was gone. Only the grinning man remained.

A whisper slid through the air. "Let me out..."

The mirror cracked.

Ethan bolted for the door, but the lights flickered, and the room plunged into darkness. A wet breath tickled his ear.

"Too late."

The next morning, his roommates found the mirror shattered. Ethan was nowhere to be found.

But sometimes, late at night, when they looked into the mirror… they saw him.

Trapped.

And screaming.