I've always been fascinated by the supernatural, so when I inherited my great-grandmother's old house, I knew it was the perfect opportunity to delve into the mysteries that lay within its walls. The house stood tall, with its creaky wooden floors and ancient architecture that seemed to hold secrets of centuries past.

From the moment I stepped inside, an eerie chill washed over me. It wasn't just the cold draft; it felt like a presence lingering in every corner. At first, I brushed it off as my imagination, but as the days went by, the feeling intensified.

One night, as I lay in bed, I heard faint whispers drifting through the darkness. I strained my ears to make out the words, but they were just incomprehensible murmurs. Fear took hold of me, and I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched,...