As darkness crept upon the old house, a bizarre stillness blanketed the rooms. The air itself felt oppressive with secrecy. It was then that I first detected them - faint, rustling sounds coming from amongst the walls. Each ambiguous utterance seemed to carry a story, a glimmer of memory. https://calming-music-for-stress19741.blogminds.com/whispers-in-the-walls-34285944