The storm lashed fiercely, making the windows of the old Ruiz house vibrate, a building that had been empty for years. The family had returned to the city after inheriting the property, determined to restore it and turn it into a home. However, the first day was enough for the oppressive atmosphere to begin to take its toll on them.
The father, Javier, focused on the restoration, while his wife, Marta, and their daughter, Lucía, took care of unpacking and organizing. As night fell, the wind howled as if it wanted to warn them. The lights flickered, and for a moment, the house seemed to breathe, exhaling a cold whisper that slid down the walls.
As the family tried to adjust to their new home, Marta began to notice strange things. The noises coming from the basement unsettled her, as if someone were moving furniture in the dark. When she mentioned it to Javier, he laughed, assuring her that they were just the sounds of an old house. But as the days passed, the whispers became clearer.
One night, while the storm battered the house, Lucía, only ten years old, woke from a restless sleep. She heard a soft voice, like a distant song, calling her from the hallway. Fearing for her mother, she got up and followed the sound. Her bare feet made a faint echo as she walked, but the further she went, the louder the voice became. The girl found herself in front of a closed door, one they had never used. The voice invited her to enter.
Lucía, come said the voice. With a surge of curiosity, she turned the knob, and to her surprise, the door opened easily. The room was dark, filled with shadows dancing on the walls. As she entered, the door slammed shut behind her.
Inside, Lucía felt a chill run down her spine. In one corner, she saw an old mirror covered in dust. She approached it, and as she wiped it with her hand, an image appeared. It was not her reflection, but the face of a girl, with sad eyes and a pleading expression. Help me, said the figure, and the whispers intensified, filling the room with echoes of crying.
Terrified, Lucía took a step back, stumbling and falling to the floor. The voice turned into a scream, resonating in her mind, and the girl in the mirror disappeared. The room filled with shadows that seemed to stretch and close in on her. The door, however, did not open.
Meanwhile, Javier and Marta, alarmed by Lucía’s scream, rushed down the hallway. Upon reaching the closed door, they tried to open it, but it was completely stuck. The whispers were now unintelligible, like a torrent of voices crying for help.
Finally, after a desperate struggle, Javier managed to open the door. The icy air hit them like a wall. The room was empty, and Lucía was not there. Marta screamed her name, her voice echoing in the darkness. The shadows seemed to move, wrapping around the couple in a terrifying embrace.
The search for their daughter turned into a nightmare. Every corner of the house was imbued with a sense of hopelessness. The whispers, which once seemed to call them, now mocked them, insinuating that they would never see Lucía again.
Finally, one night, Javier found the mirror. Its surface reflected the fear on his face. As he approached, he heard a familiar voice. Daddy, help me, it was Lucía, and his heart stopped. He looked into the mirror, and in an instant, he saw his daughter trapped in darkness, the face of the girl from the mirror peering out beside her.
Desperate, Javier tried to break the mirror, but the moment his hand made contact with the surface, a wave of energy coursed through him. The voices turned into a deafening scream, and the shadows engulfed him. Everything went black.
When Marta finally entered the room, the mirror was intact, but the silence was overwhelming. She looked around, and the echo of the whispers faded, leaving only the image of her reflection, her face filled with confusion and terror. Where were Javier and Lucía? The room was empty, and the mirror reflected nothing but her own loneliness.
With each passing day, the shadows in the house seemed to come alive, and the whispers in the darkness became her only company. The house, which once awaited to be filled with laughter, was now doomed to keep secrets within its walls, as the fog enveloped the town, hidden from the curious but always watchful, waiting for its next victim.