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The House That Listens

horror◐ Teen
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Mara dared it again, louder. "Take my voice then! Try!" And the house answered, not by taking, but by giving. A whisper came from every wall at once, repeating her words back in her own voice. She went pale. "That's not me," she breathed. "I didn't say it twice."

The walls kept whispering her words back, faster and faster, until the sound piled into a roar. Mara clapped her hands over her ears and screamed for it to stop. It did, instantly. And in the ringing quiet that followed, she opened her mouth to speak and found her voice was simply gone, swallowed mid-scream.

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