User : Geekvape
The Whisper Behind My Wall
I still don’t know what it was.
But I swear to you — it really happened.
It was one of those nights when you just can’t fall asleep. I was lying in bed, the room completely still, only the ticking of the clock in the living room breaking the silence. I remember how loud it sounded. Every tick felt like it was right next to my head.
And then there was this whisper.
Very faint, barely audible — but real.
Right behind the wall, beside my bed.
At first, I thought I was imagining it. But then… I heard it clearly:
“…are you awake…?”
I pulled the blanket tighter around me. I didn’t want to move, didn’t even want to breathe. The whisper came again, lower this time, raspier — like there was breathing between the words.
Then it went silent.
And right then — knock, knock.
Twice. From the other side of the wall.
I jumped up, tried to turn on the light — but nothing. Power outage.
Pitch black. No hum from the fridge, no sounds from outside. Just silence.
And then it started.
That scratching sound.
Like fingernails dragging slowly across plaster.
Starting right at the wall by my bed — moving toward the door.
I just stood there, frozen, listening as it crept closer, inch by inch.
I don’t know how long it lasted. Maybe a few minutes, maybe an hour.
Then suddenly — everything stopped. No sounds. Nothing.
The next morning, I looked at the wall.
And there they were — four deep, fresh scratch marks in the plaster.
Exactly where I’d heard the whisper.
I never found out what it was.
But sometimes, when it’s quiet…
I hear it again.