Leo never liked the closet in his new bedroom. It was old and dark, and sometimes, when the house was quiet, he thought he heard strange whispers coming from inside. Not scary whispers, exactly, but… wrong whispers, like dry leaves scratching against stone. One night, the whispers grow louder, inviting him to open the door and step into the strange, shadowy world hidden within.
Inside the Whispering Closet isn’t just clothes; it’s a place where shadows play tricks, where forgotten toys have glowing eyes, and where the air hums with a quiet, unsettling energy.
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