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The Whispering Drums
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The house stood at the edge of a quiet road, surrounded by tall trees that looked like they were whispering to each other. The walls were covered with old paintings, and a big drum stood in the living room corner — dusty, cracked, and silent. When I first saw it, I smiled a little. David had always loved drums. He said his father taught him to play when he was young. But I had never seen him touch one after we got married. The first night was calm. Until midnight. That was when I heard it. Boom… boom-boom… boom… At
Style
Classic Horror
horror, fiction, cultural or historical
Characters
Mark
Laila
