WHISPERS FROM THE WALLS

As twilight descends/falls/creeps upon the old house/this forsaken manor/the crumbling edifice, a slight/subtle/gentle chill travels/flows/invades the air. Dust motes dance/Shadows lengthen/Crickets chirp in the faint/wavering/flickering light, and suddenly, you hear/a sound brushes against/there's a tremor in the silence. It's a read more whisper/