Murat didn’t wait this time. He stepped back out, grabbed his phone, and made the call. He didn’t try to explain it perfectly. Just enough. Voices. Inside the wall. He needed someone to check. The police arrived not long after. Two officers. Calm. Unhurried. They stepped into the garage, looking around as Murat pointed to the wall. “It’s coming from there,” he said.
They listened. Waited. One of them knocked on the surface. Solid. The other stepped outside, checking around the house. Still nothing. Murat stood there, watching them, waiting for the moment, the sound. The voices. Anything. But the garage stayed silent. Completely. One of the officers glanced at him. “You sure you heard something?”
Murat hesitated. “I did.” A pause. Then a shrug. “Probably pipes. Sound travels weird through walls.” And just like that, they were done. They left without another question. Murat stood there after the door closed. Alone again. He stepped back into the garage. Waited. Listened. For a moment, nothing.
Then, the voices came back. Clear. Unmistakable. And this time… they weren’t going away.