Prologue

The Prologue To “ The Crack In The Wall”

Prologue
The first time Lena heard the whisper, it came from the wall behind her bed—soft, like a breath slipping through a crack too narrow for sound. She froze. The house was quiet. Too quiet. And then, it said her name. Not loud. Not angry. Just… curious. She stood frozen, her heart racing as doubt clawed at her mind. Was this real? Could it be? Had she imagined it all, or was she finally losing her grip on reality? The air seemed to thicken around her, a weight pressing down on her chest. Just when she thought she might scream, the whisper came again—soft, chilling, unmistakable. It brushed against her ear like a phantom touch, and for a moment, she could almost feel it in her very bones.

Her name.
Again.

This time, it wasn’t just a whisper. It felt like a command. Like something—someone—was reaching through the cracks in her mind. She shuddered, her thoughts spiraling as the whisper wove itself into her soul. She wasn’t crazy. Not yet. But whatever this was... it wasn’t done with her.