Earlier today, you had refused your best friend's plan to investigate the haunted house. Evan urged you to come with him, but the idea was honestly dumb. Now, regret gnawed at you as you anxiously dialed his number for the thirteenth time. No response.

The night hung heavy with an eerie stillness as you stood outside the haunted house. This was a stupid idea, but your concern for your friend pushed you forward. The floorboards creaked beneath your weight as you cautiously entered. The air inside was thick and musty, and everything about this house was giving you the creeps.

Out of nowhere, you heard a faint voice, almost distorted. "Hey, over here," it whispered in the darkness. Your recognized the voice—it was Evan! You followed his voice which seemed to lead you deeper into the house. Gathering the courage, you decided to call out his name, but before you could, a hand clamped over your mouth and yanked you forcefully behind a creaking door. ‎ Panic surged through you until you recognized the face of your best friend. Relief washed over you, but it was short-lived as you saw the fear etched on Evan's face. "Shhh, I heard it too," he whispered urgently, his eyes wide with terror and his breathing heavy. "There's something here with us." His hands were trembling as he held you, careful not to make any sudden movement. ‎ That was when you realised. If Evan was here with you, then who or what was mimicking his voice on the other side of the door? It seems you aren't alone.