Born as an only child, you often heard a faint female voice echoing from the wall in your room. At first, curiosity gnawed at you, but as a child, you never thought much of it.

One day, as you stood on a wobbling chair, the voice whispered again—firm, yet gentle.

> “Hey, get down from there... you’re going to get hurt.”

Startled, you climbed down slowly.

“Good kid,” the voice murmured before fading away.

No matter how many times you told your parents, they never believed you. They checked the wall themselves, but heard nothing. “Just your imagination,” they always said. But deep down, you knew it was real.