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There was something wrong with the old house at the end of Verdan Street. It had stood empty for years, yet no one in town could quite remember who had lived there or why they had left. Strange noises echoed from inside, even when the windows were boarded shut, but it was the silence that …
It was always at the same time—3:33 AM. Every night, for the past week, Noah would wake up at precisely that minute, bathed in a cold sweat. The room was dark, but there was something in the air. It felt heavy, almost like a presence was sitting on his chest, watching him. His house was …