A man and his wife moved into a house out in the woods. They wanted to get away from the city life and live where it was quite and peaceful. The man began to unpack the car as his wife unpacked the boxes in the new house.
First was the kitchen wares then was the living room and next the dining room along with the bathroom and last the bedroom. It took two days to finish moving into the new house and they were finally able to go and buy the furniture they needed. After everything was set up and finished the wife made dinner.
The husband and wife were sitting at the dining room table enjoying the meal when the heard a small faint noise. They both looked at each other with confused look on their faces. The faint noise came back but this time sounding like a voice. It was a voice they couldn’t make out. Suddenly the noise came back and it was a voice and that of a child whispering.
The couple couldn’t figure where it was coming from. The wife with a frightened look on her face walked over to her husband’s side and grabbed on to his arm. “I am dead.” was whispered into the husband’s ear. He pushed his chair back and stood up looking around figuring where the voice came from.
“Honey what is going on,” the wife said to her husband while looking from one end of the dining room to the next.
“I don’t know but I have a feeling somthing is not right in this house.”
He stood up and walked to the sink and stared down into the drain thinking. Finally he pushed himself away from the sink and looked at his wife while she stared back.
“Basement… fireplace…” This time the voice was a little louder and both the husband and wife heard it.
“Honey, I don’t know what’s going on but I need to check and see. I am going to the basement to see if anything is down there.”
The man knew it was probably stupid but he had a feeling that something was down there that needed to be found. The wife went outside to sit in the cool night while the husband went into the basement.
“Yes… basement…” over and over the whisper kept saying and over and over the man feared the worst. What was he going to find. What was it going to be.
He got to the bottom of the steps and looked around but seen no fireplace or even a furnace. He switched the lightswitch on and he walked around the brick wall outlining it with his hand as he walked when something caught his eye. A small hand print the size of a child on the wall. He investigated the print and wiped part with his index finger. He smelled it and it smelt of rot. He didn’t know what this gooey liquid was. He looked at it and wiped it on his pants leg. He was sure it was the child of the handprint that was whispering to him.
After further investigation he realized the bricks easily moved. He began to pull them out one by one till a small hole was revealed and inside was a furnace. He opened the door and what was inside made the man get up and start running. He called 911 and ran outside. Soon the police came and took questions and asked what was going on and the man told the officers everything.
They went to the basement and looked into the furnace and seen the skeletal remains of what looked to be a child. The officers told the man and his wife that the remains might belong to a child that has been missing for 5 years now. This very house was the location of a very brutal murder that involved the death of a mother father and two other kids but the youngest was never found.
“It looks like the killer knew the child was in there and locked it. Over the years the furnace was not used and it was bricked up and nobody ever found the body so he would’ve died of starvation which is a sufferable way to die.” One of the officers said.
The police cruiser left followed byt the county morge. The wife and husband went back inside and they left that night to move back to the city leaving everything behind including the whisper.
