Whispering Well

In a small forgotten town, there was a legend about the "Whispering Well." It was said that if you leaned over the edge and listened closely, you could hear the voices of the dead. Most dismissed it as a silly tale, but one night, curious and alone, Lin decided to try it.

She approached the well under the pale glow of the moon. The air was still, and the only sound was the faint rustle of leaves. Lin leaned over the edge, her heart pounding. At first, there was nothing. Then, faintly, she heard it—a whisper, so soft it was almost inaudible.

"Help me..."

Lin jerked back, her breath quickening. She told herself it was just the wind, but the voice came again, clearer this time.

"Lin... help me..."

Terrified, she stumbled away from the well, but the voice followed her, growing louder and more desperate. When she reached her house, she locked the doors and windows, but the whispers didn't stop. They filled her ears, her mind, until she couldn't tell if they were coming from outside or within.

The next morning, Lin was gone. The townsfolk found the well covered with a heavy stone, but no one could explain how it got there. And if you pass by the well at night, they say you can still hear the whispers, calling out for help, growing louder the closer you get.