Whispers of the House That Never Sleeps

In one of the old alleyways, deserted after sunset, stood an abandoned house known to everyone as the House That Never Sleeps. No one knew the exact reason for this name, but everyone who lived nearby swore they heard strange noises coming from it in the middle of the night—whispers, slow footsteps, and sometimes the sound of a door opening, even though the house had been locked for years.

Layla was an adventurous girl who always laughed at the scary stories that frightened others. One night, she sat with her friends Sami and Yusuf, talking about the strangest places in the neighborhood. When Sami mentioned the abandoned house, Layla smiled and said confidently, “It's all just stories… why don't we go and see for ourselves?”

Sami hesitated a little, while Yusuf tried to appear brave, but inside he felt uneasy. Nevertheless, they all agreed. They decided to go at midnight—the time when people said the noises came.

When they arrived at the house, the air was unnaturally cold, even though the night wasn't particularly cold.  They stood before the old wooden door, which creaked softly with every movement of the wind.

Layla pushed the door open slowly… “Crack…”

The door opened as if the house had been waiting for them.

They entered, illuminating the space with their phones. Dust covered everything, and the walls were pockmarked with black, shadowy cracks. Suddenly, they heard a faint sound… as if someone were whispering.

“Did… did you hear that?” Yusuf said, his voice trembling.

“Just the wind… don’t be afraid,” Layla replied quickly.

But the sound came again… this time clearer.

Unintelligible whispers, as if coming from upstairs.

The three of them looked at the old wooden staircase. No one wanted to go up first. But Layla stepped forward, trying to prove her courage.

They began to climb… step by step… and then suddenly they heard another footstep.

But strangely… it wasn’t one of them.

They all stopped at the same moment.

 Sami said in a low voice,

“There are… just three of us, right?”

Before anyone could answer, Youssef's phone light went out. Darkness fell for a moment, and with it came the sound of cold breathing very close… so close they could feel it behind them.

Sami quickly turned his phone back on.

But when they turned around… there was no one there.

They breathed a sigh of relief, thinking their fear was starting to play tricks on them. However, when they reached the top floor, they found a half-open door they hadn't seen in old photos of the house.

The door was moving slowly… as if something had pushed it from the inside.

Layla approached and gave the door a little push.

Inside the room, it was very dark… but on the opposite wall, there was an old inscription:

“You were not the first to enter… and you won't be the last to stay.”

Sami laughed nervously. “Well… that's a bad joke.”

But at that moment, they heard the main door downstairs slam shut.

Duff!  They ran toward the stairs, but when they reached them… the stairs weren't the same.

They seemed longer… and shadows moved along them.

Then they heard the whisper again… this time very clear

“You're late… we were waiting for you.”

The three of them looked behind them slowly

And there was a fourth person standing at the end of the corridor.

He wasn't moving… but his smile was growing wider in the darkness

And since that nigh… the neighbors say the voices in the house have increased.Not three footsteps… but fourvery rr