Murat stepped back from the wall. “Hello?” he called out. His voice echoed slightly through the garage. No answer. He waited. Nothing. The silence felt heavier now. Murat frowned and stepped outside, glancing around the yard. The air was still. No movement. No one nearby. “Anyone there?” he called again. Still nothing.
He walked along the side of the house, listening carefully, trying to catch even the faintest trace of what he’d heard. Nothing. No voices. No sound at all. Murat stopped. Then turned back toward the garage. As soon as he stepped inside—It came again. Faint. Uneven. Murat froze.
He stepped back out. Silence. Back in—The voices. His chest tightened. “That’s not possible…” he muttered. Murat shook his head slowly, trying to make sense of it. Then just like that the sound stopped. Completely. Murat stood there, staring at the wall. Listening. Waiting.
Nothing came back. And somehow… that made it worse.