Murat froze. He wasn’t sure when he’d first noticed it. Maybe a few seconds ago. Maybe longer. But now that he was standing still… he could hear it clearly. A voice. Faint. Muffled. Coming from somewhere close. He turned his head slightly, listening harder. Nothing. Just silence. Murat exhaled slowly, shaking his head. “Imagination,” he muttered.
The garage had always been quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that made small sounds feel bigger than they were. He took a step toward the shelves and then it came again. Low. Uneven. Not one voice. More than one. Murat stopped. This time, he didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. He just listened. The sound shifted slightly…like it was moving.
Sliding along the walls. Then settling. Right beside him. Murat turned slowly. His eyes locked onto the wall. Concrete. Solid. Unbroken. And yet… the voices were coming from the other side.