White Whispers

rieks of dying men, women, and children filled the air and reached into the night like a hand call

wrought, they were unaware that they had awakened something damned and hopeless. Somethi

s, plates, and cups would have left their racks and cupboards to make high-pitched sounds. Beds, sofas, stools, chairs, and tables would have joined in, causi

ng the last of their victims to pieces, and sharing the meats with their colleagues.

and there. Then, the men went into a festive spirit. The house not

me a whisper in the nig

but one able to see, feel, and smell. It was the whisper of a being called Rose Steele, and sh

was what a curse had done to them against their will. But

nly made her salivate. Peace clung to her, but she desired trouble. Rose had sent out th

zed her. But these men had destroyed them, well, a few, and she had come to guide these men, these fresh bloods who didn't kno

d-off human bodies before him. These chopped-off bodies were once the unwavering town's people wh

he had blood dripping to his beards from the meat

und one,"

er. Silence, peace, and tidiness lived there, and ever-changing had this house been for millennia. All who saw it and wrote about

e order for them t

er joined them with his meal abandoned. It was all Rose could do to keep her smile from bursting out. She g

" Rose whispered.

her sister

no time, and with a crash, the

me. We must act as great hosts." This wasn't their first attempt. For cent

sisters. They were silent, watching, waiting, and hoping to

d. "I doubt I've ever seen

rranged," a

the house, kill anyone inside,

cut my hand. Is that supposed to happen?" He raised his bloody hand

e baby hands,"

the men

aked out. Instead, he shook his hand, and drops of blood touched the floor.

were now at

Rose wh

ning to where it had dragged the man into, other hands reached out from the floor, ceil

nd it appeared on their faces with bewildered expressions mingled wi

urtain, collecting a new set of victims. Some of the men tried to run

was happening, the le

. Those outside tried to come inside to give aid when they realised the ones inside seemed to need help. But there wa

five lurking shadows with different colours of hair. They couldn't have seen them anyway, for darkness unlike any oth

y man's voice was silenced as the darkness lifted, and all that remained was the night. All that was left of

er of Rose Steele came, and i