Whispering Device

The abandoned house loomed in eerie silence as Iris stepped inside, gripping her supernatural detection device tightly. At first, the green light blinked steadily—safe. But as she ventured deeper, dust swirling in the dim glow of her flashlight, the light flickered yellow. Something was here. On a broken table, she spotted Noah’s phone, its screen cracked, a final recording waiting to be played. Hesitant, she pressed play. Noah’s panicked voice crackled through: "Iris… if you find this, don’t go into the attic. Don’t trust the voice calling your name! If the light turns purple—" The message cut off with a static screech. Beep. The device in Iris’s hand blinked red—a cry for help. Then, without warning, it shifted to purple. A chill crawled down her spine. From the darkened hallway, a tall, twisted figure emerged, its hollow black eyes locked onto her, its mouth stretching open in an unnatural grin.