Whisper Man
In every city, there are stories of a figure who appears at the edge of your vision — if you hear him whisper your name, it's already too late.
Emma loved urban legends.
She laughed at ghost tours, rolled her eyes at haunted house warnings.
Then she heard about the Whisper Man.
The rules were simple:
If you saw a tall, thin man just at the corner of your eye, don’t look directly at him.
If you heard him whisper your name, don’t answer.
If he asks you to "follow," you must never — ever — follow.
It was just a story.
Right?
Then one night, walking home through the empty side streets of her neighborhood, she felt it:
That prickling along her spine.
She told herself it was nothing.
Just the cold.
At the next corner, she caught movement from the corner of her eye:
A tall, thin shadow under the streetlamp.
Her name drifted on the wind:
"Emma..."
She kept walking, faster now, heart hammering.
"Emma..." — closer.
When she reached her apartment door, she fumbled with the keys, refusing to look back.
The moment she crossed the threshold, she slammed the door shut.
Safe.
But then —
from the other side of the door, a soft knock.
And a whisper, right at the keyhole:
"You already followed."
She laughed at ghost tours, rolled her eyes at haunted house warnings.
Then she heard about the Whisper Man.
The rules were simple:
If you saw a tall, thin man just at the corner of your eye, don’t look directly at him.
If you heard him whisper your name, don’t answer.
If he asks you to "follow," you must never — ever — follow.
It was just a story.
Right?
Then one night, walking home through the empty side streets of her neighborhood, she felt it:
That prickling along her spine.
She told herself it was nothing.
Just the cold.
At the next corner, she caught movement from the corner of her eye:
A tall, thin shadow under the streetlamp.
Her name drifted on the wind:
"Emma..."
She kept walking, faster now, heart hammering.
"Emma..." — closer.
When she reached her apartment door, she fumbled with the keys, refusing to look back.
The moment she crossed the threshold, she slammed the door shut.
Safe.
But then —
from the other side of the door, a soft knock.
And a whisper, right at the keyhole:
"You already followed."
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