I moved into this house three months ago. It was old, a little run-down, but cheap. And in this economy, cheap is rare. The first few nights were normal—occasional creaks, pipes knocking, the usual. But then, around the fifth night, I heard it. A whisper. It came from the air vent in my bedroom, a soft, raspy voice barely audible over the hum of the central air. At first, I thought it was the wind or maybe just the ducts expanding. But as I lay there, frozen, straining my ears, I realized… it was speaking. "Can you hear me":[]}