A faint, almost inaudible whisper begins to seep into the air. Words that are not meant for human ears. Syllables that twist and curl like smoke. It seems to emanate from several places at once.
The whispers brush against your thoughts, trying to burrow deeper into your mind.
But just as suddenly as they appeared, the whispers begin to fade.
The sound diminishes into a hollow echo. Now faint, distant, and slipping away. In the silence that follows, you’re left trembling, with only the dull hum of spinning washing machine drums.