Voices.
Some things have voices.
Not the things you'd expect though.
For instance houses have voices.
Homesteads have stories.
The best and worst part is not knowing what tales they hold. What curses lie in their foundations.
Stories of bloodshed - the toil and labour that went into crafting them, the agonies that happened inside them.
Some are so drenched in the past that they become horrors themselves.
Blood dripping from door handles where frantic fingers have grasped their last.
Floors creaking and screaming, echoing with the final footsteps of the damned.
Faces in windows begging, beckoning the living to follow them deep down.
And lastly, attics where fraying ropes and silent hopes lay hand in wretched hand behind locked doors.
Houses have voices. Houses have stories. Be wary of listening to them lest you become a part of them.
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