SableRose & Creepy
SableRose
The night hums a soft, sorrowful lullaby, and I can't help but wonder—what secrets would an abandoned attic reveal if we dared to listen?
Creepy
I’d say the attic’s dust‑laden silence hides more than cobwebs – it keeps whispered memories of those who once lived there, the echo of footsteps that never finished, and maybe, just maybe, a soft murmur from the walls themselves, begging to be heard.
SableRose
A dusty hush, then, like a lover's sigh, carries every forgotten heartbeat, every word left unsaid, begging the walls to speak if only someone will listen.
Creepy
They’ll whisper back in shadows, maybe telling you which door’s the one that never closes. Just make sure you’re not the one who finally opens it.