2 septembre 2026

**The Baby Who Stared at the Wall**

David’s wife, Sarah, had repeatedly mentioned hearing noises.

Not loud noises.

Soft scratching.

Whispers.

Tiny tapping sounds.

Always from the same wall.

David had dismissed it.

The house was over eighty years old.

Old houses creaked.

Pipes rattled.

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