#NeighborTales

Beneath the moon’s uncertain glow,
Whispers stir where shadows grow.
Behind the wall, just out of sight,
Lies a room that shuns the light.

Its door is locked, its key unknown,
A secret kept by brick and stone.
And yet, at night, it calls to me—
A voice as faint as a restless sea.

I press my ear against the wall,
Hoping to catch its spectral thrall.
A creak, a shuffle, a muffled word—
The strangest sounds I’ve ever heard.

By day, the door seems innocent,
Just weathered wood, worn and bent.
But as the twilight claims the air,
It hums with life that isn’t there.

Who built this room? And why so near?
To house a soul? A dream? A fear?
I’ve asked the neighbors, searched the lore,
Yet...