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Chapter 9 – The First Touch
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Whispers Behind the Glass Chapter 9 – The First Touch
Mila didn’t sleep after her descent into the basement. She lay in bed, eyes wide in the dark, her mind racing in fragmented images: the girl in the sketch, the words I REMEMBER scrawled in every corner of that room, the locket with the woman who wore her face ; Adrien’s sister. Her body was exhausted, but her brain was crackling with a current she couldn’t shut off. And beneath it all, one impossible thought kept rising to the surface: What if Cassia isn’t the only one who remembers? What if I do, too? Only differently. Buried. Muddled. Sleeping inside me. --- In the morning, Adrien didn’t mention their conversation. Not directly. He met her in the Glass Room as if nothing had happened, offering her tea instead of answers, asking about sleep instead of secrets. But something had shifted between them. The silence was heavier, charged. He watched her differently now — not just with curiosity or professional detachment, but with something softer. Something she didn’t yet have the
Whispers Behind the Glass Chapter 8 – The Shadow Patient
The rumors started during breakfast. Whispers behind half-filled mugs. Nervous glances toward the southern hallway. Even Tomás, usually too medicated to form a full sentence, muttered something about “the one who never sleeps.” “Patient Zero,” one of the nurses whispered when she thought no one was listening. “Basement wing. Not on record.” Mila caught every word. By lunch, the atmosphere had shifted. The patients usual disinterest was replaced by a quiet unease like the building itself was holding its breath. Even Adrien seemed distracted during their session, eyes flicking to the windows as if waiting for something to move. But Mila’s curiosity, sharpened now by fractured memories and a growing distrust in everything around her, didn’t allow her to ignore it. If there really was someone down there ,someone hidden , she needed to know why. --- The entrance to the basement wing wasn’t locked. It was simply forgotten. Past the archives and old therapy rooms, a narrow sta
Whispers Behind the Glass Chapter 7 – Fractures
Adrien stared at the photo for the third time that morning.It wasn’t part of Mila’s file officially, that file barely existed. But this photo... it was unmistakable. Torn down the middle, frayed at the edges, and tucked deep in a folder belonging to another patient.Patient Number 81 – Eloise Harper.The picture was of two girls, side by side, their faces half turned to the camera. One was clearly Eloise, her sunken eyes and anxious smile gave her away.The other… was Mila.Younger. Thinner. But her.No date. No location. No explanation.Adrien flipped the folder shut and leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. The director’s warning from earlier echoed in his mind.“You’re getting too involved, Adrien. This girl is not your responsibility. We both know what happened last time.”But this wasn’t the last time. And Mila wasn’t just another patient.She was the anomaly in a system built on forgetting.---Mila didn’t sleep much that night. The piano session had uneart
Whispers Behind the Glass Chapter Six – The Glass Room
The morning after the blackout was eerily calm. No alarms. No voices. Just the quiet shuffle of slippered feet and the nervous glance of patients who sensed something had shifted. Dr. Adrien Kael waited outside Mila’s door. She didn’t make him wait long. “I’m not doing another session,” she said, arms folded, hair still damp from the shower. “This isn’t a session.” He gestured down the corridor. “It’s a room.” Her brow furrowed. “A room?” He didn’t elaborate. Just started walking. Curiosity, as he had hoped, won. She followed. At the end of the hall, past the nurses’ station and the unused east wing, stood a white door. Unmarked. Adrien unlocked it with a brass key he wore on a chain around his neck. Inside, sunlight streamed through glass panels that made up three of the four walls. Ivy grew wild across the outer windows, and dust floated lazily in the beams of light. In the center stood an old upright piano, worn but elegant. Beside it, a writing desk with ink and heavy
Whispers Behind the Glass Chapter Five – The Locked Ward
The storm began to retreat . It didn’t stop. But it eased its grip, like a fist slowly unclenching. The howling wind was now a distant moan, and in its place came a silence too deep to trust. Dr. Adrien Kael didn’t sleep that night. He sat at his desk long after the patients had returned to their rooms, staring at the word carved into his door. RUN. Not scratched , carved. With intent. Precision. Adrien was not a man who was scared easily. But something about that word, in this place, in this storm, made his hands shake when he lit his cigarette. He’d known the clinic had secrets. You didn’t work at Halden without brushing against a few ghosts. But this was different. This wasn’t a haunting. It was a warning. And he needed answers. --- The Halden Clinic had an upper floor few remembered and fewer used: the old Locked Ward. Officially decommissioned. Patients were never taken there. The hallway lights had burned out years ago. It had once housed the most severe cases—violen
Whispers Behind the Glass Chapter Four – Patients and Ghosts
Halden Clinic housed twelve long-term patients that winter. Isolated in a wing shaped like a horseshoe, their rooms opened into a shared common area with cracked leather chairs, a flickering fireplace, and a puzzle table no one touched. Mila had kept her distance. Until now. On the second morning of the storm, the generator buzzed through the walls like a heartbeat, and the air inside felt heavier. Tension had its own temperature. Everyone felt it. Adrien decided to break the routine. He gathered the patients for a “community hour” his idea of bonding under duress. Mila sat near the back, wrapped in a dark sweater that swallowed her hands. She scanned the room, not making eye contact. At least, not intentionally. There was Jonas, a wiry man in his forties with darting eyes and a voice like crushed gravel. He spoke to shadows more than people. Eloise, mid-twenties, mute by choice, with a sketchpad full of disturbing drawings she never let anyone see. Hassan, older, ex-military,
Whispers Behind the Glass Chapter Three – Therapy Begins
The storm announced itself in murmurs. A restless wind howled along the eaves, tugging at the iron bones of the clinic. It rattled shutters and whispered through vents, like something alive, something watchful. Snow fell in heavy, wet curtains. Whiteout. Halden stood at the edge of the world, and now the world was pulling away. But therapy began anyway. Mila sat across from Adrien Kael in the pale green therapy room a space designed to be calming, neutral. Neutral, she thought, was just a fancy word for nothing. No books on the shelves, no color on the walls. Even the clock ticked in silence. She sat stiffly, back straight, hands folded in her lap. Watching. He never offered small talk. That was something she noted. Instead, Adrien leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees. “You’re not obligated to speak today,” he said. “But I do want you to think. Intentionally.” She tilted her head, unimpressed. “About why you're here. What you’ve left behind. What you’ve broug
Whispers Behind the Glass Chapter Two – The Doctor
Dr. Adrien Kael did not believe in accidents. Patterns, yes. Repression, of course. Even coincidence had its place in the tangled webs of trauma. But accidents? They were just cause and effect dressed in chaos. So when a file like Mila Renard landed on his desk-thin, redacted, and humming with contradiction and he didn’t dismiss it as an administrative error. He read between the lines. Again. He closed the folder and leaned back in his chair, letting his eyes drift to the wide window behind his desk. Snow dusted the pine trees in careful strokes, the sky a bruised white. The world looked sterile, like a canvas wiped clean. But Adrien knew better. Underneath every calm surface was rot, waiting for warmth to bloom. He’d made a career of finding that rot. A knock came at his office door, sharp, professional. “Enter.” The door opened to reveal a young nurse, clipboard in hand, her eyes polite but curious. Everyone was curious about his patients. The quiet ones always made the mos
Whispers Behind the Glass Chapter One – Admission
Snow muffled everything. Even the sound of her breath. Mila Renard stepped out of the black car and into the cold silence that blanketed the Swiss Alps. The world was white and still, save for the distant groan of iron gates closing behind her. She did not flinch. She simply stood there, wrapped in her too-thin coat, clutching a worn leather suitcase that held less of her life than the hollow in her chest. Ahead, Halden Institute rose from the mountains like a glass-and-stone fortress — beautiful, modern, and merciless. It didn’t look like a clinic. It looked like a place where people disappeared. That was exactly why she chose it. “Miss…Renard?” a voice called gently. She turned. A woman in a pale blue coat approached, her heels crunching softly in the snow. Her name tag read Dr. Elis Voss, and her eyes were the kind that never missed a thing. “You arrived earlier than expected,” Dr. Voss said. “Are you ready to check in?” Mila nodded. She hadn’t spoken in over two days. Sh
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