cold night, the car door slamming shut behind us. My hands trembled as I dialed 911, the voice on the other end calm yet urgent. Irina’s words echoed in my mind, a lifeline in the chaos. We waited, clutching each other, the shadows around us thick with menace. What threat had invaded our home? I vowed to protect Micah no matter the cost.
The police arrived swiftly, their presence a small beacon in the darkness. They found no intruder, no sign of forced entry—only the lingering echo of that chilling whisper. Was it a trick of the mind, or something more sinister? That night changed everything. Safety felt fragile, shattered by an unseen terror that still haunted our dreams.
