[whispered, trembling] They know... They’ve been listening... all this time. [pause, inhale] Don’t move. The sound will find you. [faster, paranoid] I saw the wall breathe. I swear it moved... like skin. [distorted, fading in/out] Who’s behind the mirror? Is it still me? (no… no it isn’t…) [voice overlapping] Every crack… every creak… is a mouth… whispering back. [whisper scream, layered with static] STOP— listening— to— me— [hollow, echoing] Shhh… it’s quiet now. The silence… it’s watching. [last whisper, almost tender] They said the walls were safe. The walls lied.
