Bajo La Puerta De Los Susurros นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She was lying in bed asleep unknowing of the darkness that was at the foot of her bed. She stirred, awakening from her slumber, her subconscious feeling the hard eyes staring at her. She sat up feeling uneasy as she reached for the glass of water beside her bed hands shaking as her fingers got nearer to the the glass, it dropped and smashed to the floor, water spattered all over the floor. She felt goosebumps, hair raising at the back of her neck. She gripped the blanket up to her neck and shouted, "I know you are here Hannah! What do you want from me?!" Suddenly, she felt the air getting colder and the spattered water splashing softly as footsteps are heard going near her. Slowly, the water

One girl and one boy, smiles on their faces as they both let the wind sway their swings. An image of a girl with long, red, wavy hair flashed before my eyes and smiled at me, very tender and sweet like it would end my immortality. Then she collapsed into the floor. The vision went black. I couldn't see anything... it was dark... yet there were whispers. "It's her..." "Puoi permetterti di perderla?" "Take her..." "Sarà la tua morte..." I opened my eyes and sat down. My hands were shaking and I was having a hard time catching my breath due to shock. Fucking dream! No. It was a nightmare!

I rushed to my door, swiped the key card, and pushed it open. And then the air left my lungs. The room wasn’t mine anymore—it was a scene out of a nightmare. My mind couldn’t process what I was seeing. A scream tore from my throat, raw and primal, but I couldn’t stop it. A hand dangled grotesquely from the ceiling fan, blood dripping steadily onto the carpet below. The walls were smeared with crimson streaks, a horrifying mural. On the table, a human heart sat on a plate like some grotesque offering, illuminated by the dim light. Ashes were scattered across the floor in intricate, haunting designs.

Snow Cecy was awakened by the noise, but she could not find out what was happening, and could only hold her nearly dislocated hands and shrink to the ground. She dosen’t know how long it took before the door of the basement creaked open. Snow Cecy has already had a subconscious fear of the sound of opening the door. The subconscious trembled for a moment. When she looked up again, hse saw the man who was half crouching in front of her and looked at her painfully

The room was silent except for the faint sound of rain tapping against the window. Sienna paced in the library, clutching the phone she swiped from Ricardo while in captivity. Her hands trembled as she scanned the messages contained in the phone for the fifth time. “Enzo,” she whispered under her breath, “you’re not going to believe this.” The door opened suddenly, and Enzo walked in, his tie loosened, his face tired. “Sienna, it’s late. What are you doing?”

Just waves of nothing. But sometimes—only sometimes—sound leaks in. Not clearly. It’s like I’m under water, or behind glass too thick to break. A woman’s voice, trembling. Maybe crying. Maybe calling. Muffled sobs. The wail of grief. The shrill, steady beep of a machine I can’t see. And sometimes… I think I hear my name. Ethan. It brushes past me like wind I can’t catch. I try to move toward it. I try to move at all.

If the answers lay within the house, there was no turning back now. Cliffhanger: As they stood in the dim room, the sound of a distant door creaking open echoed through the house. A cold draft swept in, carrying with it a whisper, faint but unmistakable—Sophia’s name. Sophia’s breath hitched, her body tensing as the whisper seemed to echo in her ears. It was faint, yet unmistakable—the chilling, eerie sound of her name being called from somewhere deep within the house. She turned her gaze toward the hallway, her pulse quickening.

It was a surprise that the news about her ending up as a sex slave wasn't brought to light. A gentle breeze slipped into her room through the ajar window, caressing her cheeks with a comforting touch. Orangy leaves floated down from their branches, forming small heaps on the ground. Squirrels chirped, hiding in the branches, diligently cracking nuts, while others hopped around, eagerly searching for more. Just then, someone suddenly knocked on the door. 'Danise?' she thought. "Danise, didn't you..." As soon as she opened the door and saw who it was, she trailed off.

So tired that I just wanted to sleep for eternity. The steam was filling the room in a wet cloud. I morphed the clouds into animals having them float around the room. I smiled as a raven swooped around made just of clouds. Such a beautiful bird it was... A knock sounded from the door. I closed my eyes not moving to open it. “Valerie open the door or I am coming in.” Justin spoke. My mind was elsewhere. I would probably never leave this castle. Jumping out the window may be better than fighting against fate. If I was lucky the wind would catch me and bring me far away to safety. Far far away.

Keep an eye on my profile. Strange noises woke Isabelle who was sleeping in a room on the second floor. She could hear muffled screaming coming from one of the rooms on the same floor. Very curious to know what was going on, she got up from her bed and, with a very insecure walk, she approached the door and opened it very carefully. The room where the voices and the screams were coming from, was the library, the room where her father was usually working. Slowly, as she was approaching the source of all the yelling, the voices became much clearer and she started to understand certain parts of the discussion that was happening. There was a loud thud as if someone inside was desperately fightin