The whispers call

Previously

…She didn't dare move. She lay frozen, her eyes wide in the darkness, staring at the window. The scratching continued, a steady, unnerving cadence. It felt like a message, a taunt, a prelude. And then, as if a switch had been flipped, the scratching stopped. The silence returned, heavier than before. But this time, it wasn’t empty. It was pregnant with anticipation, with the knowledge that something had changed. She had heard the whispers, and she had not answered. But the whispers had not given up. They had found another way to speak. And Sofía knew, with a certainty that chilled her to the bone, that this was far from over. The game had just begun.