That morning, the sun rose shyly, slipping through the gaps between the curtains of Aldrian's bedroom window. Its gentle light caressed Aldrian's face as he remained fast asleep on the bed. The calm and peaceful morning stood in stark contrast to the restless night that had plagued him.
He had woken up several times, feeling as though someone was watching his every move from behind the walls. A faint sound, almost like a whisper, had echoed through the room multiple times—so subtle that it was hard to tell whether it was real or just an illusion.
When Aldrian finally woke up, he felt an unusual exhaustion. His eyes scanned the room, observing the seemingly ordinary walls. But deep down, he knew something wasn't right. The whispers from the wall, though faint, had felt real—haunting, almost as if they carried an unsaid message.
Aldrian got out of bed and walked over to the window. As he opened the curtains, the sunlight immediately stung his eyes. He stood still for a moment, inhaling the fresh morning air, trying to calm himself. Yet his thoughts kept drifting back to that mysterious sound from the night before.
He shook his head, trying to stay positive. After a while, Aldrian decided to distract himself with breakfast. He walked to the kitchen, opened the fridge—which was still empty—and found only a bottle of mineral water he had brought from his previous residence. He poured the water into a glass and sipped it slowly, letting the cold refresh his throat.
As he quietly sat with his simple breakfast, Aldrian tried to think logically. This house was old, after all, and perhaps the noises he heard were just the result of age—cracked walls, creaking wood, or wind slipping through the gaps could easily produce strange sounds at night.
After finishing his drink, Aldrian decided to explore the house further. He started with the living room, carefully inspecting the walls. They looked ordinary, with peeling paint in several places. There was nothing that seemed particularly strange or suspicious.
He then moved to the kitchen, checking the cabinets and shelves, which creaked as he opened them. He examined every corner, but once again, found nothing out of the ordinary. A mix of disappointment and relief washed over him—disappointed that there was no clear explanation for the whispers in his room, but relieved that perhaps there was nothing to fear.
Determined to distract himself, Aldrian grabbed a broom and began sweeping the dusty wooden floor. When he entered the master bedroom, something shifted. There was something about this room that made him uneasy. He paused, standing in the middle of the room, listening intently.
Silence enveloped the room, broken only by the sound of his own breathing. But in that deep stillness, the whisper returned—so soft, so faint, yet unmistakably there. The sound came from the wall beside the bed, and this time, Aldrian was certain he wasn't imagining it.
With his heart pounding, Aldrian approached the wall where the sound originated. He pressed his ear against the cold surface, trying to listen more closely. Nothing. He exhaled and chuckled quietly to himself, feeling a bit silly.
But just as he pulled away, the sound returned. This time, it was clearer—more distinct, like someone whispering directly into his ear in a hushed tone. Aldrian jumped back, his heart racing. He stared at the wall, utterly confused and unsure of what was happening.
"Who's there?" he asked, though he knew no one would answer.
The whisper stopped immediately, leaving behind a silence that felt even heavier. Aldrian was anxious, but curiosity was quickly overtaking his fear. He decided to take more drastic action. He needed to know what was behind that wall.
He searched the house for tools—maybe a hammer and chisel—hoping he could find them in the basement. With his nerves and curiosity mingling dangerously, he returned to the bedroom carrying the tools. He stood in front of the wall, pausing, breathing heavily.
Then, with careful hands, Aldrian began to chip away at the wall. The old plaster cracked and crumbled easily, revealing something hidden beneath.
After some time, he uncovered a small opening. He reached inside the narrow space, feeling around cautiously. Suddenly, his fingers brushed against something cold and solid—a forgotten object left behind in the darkness.
Gently, he pulled the item out from the wall. It was an old book, its leather cover worn and faded with age.
"Why is there a diary in here?" Aldrian muttered to himself, staring in disbelief at the object he had just uncovered.
He opened to the first page, finding faded handwriting that was still legible. The name written at the top made his breath catch—Kana.
Aldrian froze, trying to process what he had just discovered. The diary might belong to someone who once lived in this house—a person named Kana. Intrigue and a rush of excitement filled him.
With trembling hands, he flipped to the next page, beginning to read the hidden story within the diary's fragile pages.