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The Whipering Wood
The Whipering Wood
22 April 2024
Creative Writing
In the heart of the Whispering Woods stood an old, decrepit house, shrouded in mystery and
whispered tales of horror. Avoided by locals who claimed the house was cursed, haunted by the
spirits of those who had met their end within its walls.
One stormy night, a group of friends decided to test their courage and explore the
abandoned house. Sarah led the way, her blinding flashlight cutting through the darkness like a
knife. With her were Mike, who laughed at the warnings of the locals, and Emma, who was
As they entered the house, they were greeted by a chill that seemed to calcify their bones.
The air was heavy with the smell of decay, and the floorboards creaked beneath their feet with
every step.
"We should go, this place creeps me out," Emma said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Relax, it's just an old house," Mike replied, trying to sound confident, but there was a hint of
Sarah said nothing, her eyes darting around the room, taking in every detail from the
cobwebs to the holes in the walls. Together, they made their way through the house, exploring
In the dining room, they found an old, dusty table set for a meal, as if the occupants had
"Looks like they left in a hurry," Mike said, his voice barely audible over the sound of the rain
In the living room, they discovered a book, its pages yellowed with age. As they flipped
through its pages, they came across a passage describing a ritual that promised to summon the
dead.
"Think we should try it?" Emma asked, a hint of excitement in her voice.
Sarah hesitated, her eyes narrowed in thought. "Probably not. It seems risky." But Mike was
already halfway through the incantation, his voice trembling with excitement.
As they chanted the words written in the book, the air grew colder, and an unignorable sense
of unease settled over them. Suddenly, they heard a whispering voice, barely audible at first,
but growing louder and more insistent with each passing moment.
"What was that?!" Emma asked, her voice trembling with fear. She gripped Sarah’s hand so
"I don't know, Mike, stop!" Sarah replied, her eyes wide with terror, she glanced back and
Mike stayed silent, seemingly frozen by the overwhelming voices bouncing off the walls.
Panicked, Sarah and Emma tried to flee, but the doors and windows slammed and sealed
shut, trapping them inside. Turned around by the closed door, Sarah and Emma saw Mike begin
Mike’s eyes rolled into the back of head and his body contorted into the shape of the letter C.
The whispering grew into a symphony of voices, each one more terrifying than the last.
Shadows danced on the walls, and the temperature plummeted until they could see their own
fell to her knees and began sobbing. Sarah lunged forward towards Mike and began tugging at
“Emma! Emma, get up,” Sarah pleaded through tears, “I need you!”
Limb by limb, Emma pulled herself up onto her feet. She was still crying, but trying her
hardest to choke back her tears. She took a long breath that filled her entire upper body, and
when she let it out she wiped the sadness from her face. Her expression hardened and her
voice turned cold. She stepped in line with Sarah and began tugging at Mike’s other leg.
Just as they thought they could take no more, the voices stopped, and the darkness lifted.
The doors and windows swung open, Mike’s body dropped to the floor and landed on the two
girls. Gasping for air as they rolled Mike off of them, Sarah and Emma scooted away on their
Mike’s body laid face up, his eyes were closed and his face was whiter than the fur
carpet on the floor. The seconds turned to minutes faster and faster as the two girls sat on the
floor staring at him then at each other. They waited for any sign of life that Mike could give
them. A hand’s twitch, a quick breath, his eyes opening would’ve been ideal.
“I think it’s time to consider,” Sarash started before Emma cut in.
“No! He’d wait for us so we should wait for him.” Emma proclaimed as her body insisted
Time kept passing as they kept waiting, and eventually, the whispers and movements of
the house halted. Neither of them would admit it, but they started to feel more comfortable
Slowly, the color came back to Mike’s face, his eyes shot open, and he let out a scream.
The piercing sound made the girls stand on their feet and they stepped slowly towards him.
They waited for another sound, terrified that it may not be Mike that they are looking at. But
then, while clenching his stomach Mike turned over and spoke.
Sarah and Emma rushed to him and picked him up by one shoulder each. Mike winced
and the two girls almost dropped him when they heard the sound, but they pushed through the
Mike stood and threw his arms over the girls, all of his weight seemed to come back. The
girls looked at each other, wondering how one minute their friend was floating in the air and
Slowly and through the struggle, the three friends found their way out of the abandoned
house and made a promise to each other never to return to that town period.
Sarah and Emma seemed fine, they were traumatized by the events, but physically they were
fine. They were blissfully unaware the Whispering Woods House had not finished with Mike yet.
As they made their way home, Mike could still hear the faint whispering in the back of his mind,
a constant reminder of the horrors that had unleashed upon him, but he was afraid to say
So the three lived out the rest of their days, haunted by the memory of that fateful night, and