Whispers of the Forgotten
a's
k at me, showing *myself* in front of the closed door and a shadow with Evelyn's jewelry flashing brightly behind
the stairs, my fingers continued to shake. It was too quiet in the hallway, as if the
thi
ened by the quiet
y pulse as I went into bed next to him and slipped the paper under my pillow.
ix B
His cheekbones were sharp, and the dawn light made them seem golden. His face seemed more worn out th
tly. He didn't
speak w
ver. "I'm not interested whethe
at issue," I s
it. He put the paper
abou
ges instead of words. He's afraid. Very frightened. Additionally
little. He's a kid. Kids
"It's not monsters." It's Evelyn. And me now. as w
ed at the artwork. He made
, she inscribed my initials. He is currently observing me while p
seat. He may tell me something,
eplied instead. Eve
h. "So why do you see
w, he stood and gazed out into the garde
e became, she wasn't always like that. Evelyn w
silent and l
ped an obsession with Grayson. claimed to be able to see things that others couldn't. claimed t
e evening. It was pouring rain. She drove off the
ened his
they discovere
ave a
ing at t
silence b
she's decease
dn't r
ason you locked that doo
things are best left alone, wh
sn't a r
"Avoid going near the door. Addit
able as he moved by m
ing to let i
nt wi
after hi
e stairs, he halted and turned with a ch
"To assert that ghosts exist? That my deceased wife is
ce as I responded,
rief flared under the steely
ant the truth, but you'll re
ng through my mind, he
He was sketching once again, silently and methodically.
ne was
ar the window. Me. And Evelyn, just visible in the lines behi
t Grayson. "Has
ave a
e my sk
way. This house's one. And below it w
ret lo
tempting to convey an important messag
hat location?
his gaze
I stood. I had to
ipped into the hallway. The floors whispered under my feet, and the house moan
ng at
I noti
a thin line
dly
wn and tugg
ading into darkness was
pau
n desc
utside. damp. si
s on the stone walls. Down there were cobwebs,
I noti
g
hi
on the floor, r
another drawi
rom Gr
was olde
y standing next to a crib
ld at the words
st her t
the trapdoor above now securely closed, the sound of quiet,
ice of
ering