The First Night in the New House

April 7, 2026

by Herminia

1 min read

Story Premise 1 min read (126 words)

"My name is Lena, and this is about the first night in our new home. We had just arrived in the town of Cedar Falls after a long journey from the coast. The moving truck was delayed, so my partner, Sam, and I slept on a mattress in the empty living room. Exhausted from the […]"

My name is Lena, and this is about the first night in our new home. We had just arrived in the town of Cedar Falls after a long journey from the coast. The moving truck was delayed, so my partner, Sam, and I slept on a mattress in the empty living room.

Exhausted from the trip, Sam fell asleep almost instantly. I lay awake in the quiet, unfamiliar darkness. Then, I heard it. A low, mournful humming, like a song without words. It seemed to drift from the hallway.

I shook Sam, but he was sleeping too deeply to wake. I stood up and walked through the empty rooms, my footsteps echoing. The sound faded as I moved, leaving only the silence of the new house.

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