Whispers from the Cupboard

In a quaint little town, there lived a young girl named Maya. One fateful day, as she played alone in her bedroom, the echoes of her mother’s voice calling her name from the kitchen reached her ears. Without a second thought, she dashed downstairs, her little feet tapping against the wooden floorboards.

As Maya raced through the hallway, her eyes caught a glimpse of the cupboard under the stairs. Its door, ever so slightly ajar, seemed to beckon her. An inexplicable chill ran down her spine, but curiosity got the better of her, and she cautiously approached the kitchen.

With trembling fingers, she pushed the kitchen door open, revealing a dark abyss that swallowed the light. Suddenly, a hand emerged from the cupboard, gripping her arm. Before she could react, she was pulled inside. The door shut behind her, and in the pitch darkness, a whisper echoed, “Don’t go into the kitchen. I heard it too.” The voice was her mother’s.