A young couple moves into a new house, but they soon discover that the previous owners left behind a sinister secret.

It was a warm summer night, and Julia lay in bed, ready to drift off to sleep. As she closed her eyes, she heard a faint tale in her observance. She ignored it, allowing it was just her imagination, but the tale came again. This time it was louder, and she could make out the words." Mama," the voice rumored. Julia's eyes flew open, and she sat up in bed, her heart racing. She heeded precisely, but the tale was gone.

Julia tried to mime it off as a dream, but every night before she went to sleep, she heard the same tale. It was always the same word," Mama." At first, she allowed

it was just her mind playing tricks on her, but the tale grew louder each night until it felt like it was coming from right beside her observance.

The voice was unmistakably that of a child, but it sounded different from any other child's voice Julia had heard before. It was creepy, as if it was coming from beyond the grave. She could not shake off the feeling that commodity was wrong.

One night, as the tale came again, Julia decided to probe. She turned on the light, looking around the room. There was nothing out of the ordinary, just her usual surroundings. Julia was about to give up when she noticed commodity odd. On her bedside table, there was a framed ultrasound image of the baby she had misfired.

She could not believe it. Was this the ghost of her future child? The study transferred jitters down her chine. Julia did not know what to do. She tried to move herself that it was just her mind playing tricks on her, but the whispers persisted. Every night, the voice grew louder, further pertinacious.

Julia felt like she was losing her mind. She came hung up with chancing out further about her confinement, hoping to find some answers. She started to probe about the possibility of a ghostly child coming back to hang their parents. But she set up nothing helpful. She came hopeless and decided to visit a psychic.

The psychic heeded patiently to Julia's story and also closed her eyes, concentrating. When she opened them again, she said," The child you lost is trying to communicate with you. She wants you to know that she's still with you and that she loves you." Julia was taken suddenly by the psychic's words, but a small part of her felt assured.

The bruiting voice still continued every night, but Julia started to feel less hysterical . She began talking to her future child, telling her how important she loved her and how important she missed her. The whispers continued, but they no longer felt shocking. Julia felt like her child was with her, watching over her.

One night, as Julia lay in bed, she heard a final tale." Goodbye, Mama," the voice said, and also it was gone. Julia felt a sense of check, as if her child had eventually set up peace. From that night on, the rumbling stopped, and Julia could eventually sleep peacefully.

But indeed though the whispers had stopped, Julia could noway forget the haunting experience. She'd always feel a sense of sadness when she allowed

about her future child, and a sense of apprehension when she entered the room where she had heard the whispers. She knew that she'd noway forget the experience, but she also knew that it had brought her near to her child, indeed in death.

Times went by, and Julia moved on with her life, but she always flashed back the voice that had rumored in her observance every night. She knew that it was the ghost of her future child, trying to communicate with her from beyond the grave. It was a memorial of the fragility of life and the

One day, Julia entered a call from her croaker

. The croaker

had some shocking news for her. They had set up a lump in her bone, and it was cancerous. Julia was devastated. She had always been a healthy person, and she could not believe that this was passing to her.

As she passed treatment, Julia set up herself feeling alone and spooked. She had no bone

to turn to for support, except for her hubby, who was always busy with work. But also, one night, as she lay in bed, she heard a familiar tale." Mama," the voice said.

Julia's heart skipped a beat. She knew it was her child's voice. But how could that be? She had set up peace with her child's end, and she knew that it was just her imagination. But the voice persisted, growing louder and more pertinacious.

Julia could not ignore it any longer. She started talking to her child, telling her about her cancer and how spooked she was. And also, commodity miraculous happed. She felt a warmth spreading through her body, as if someone was holding her hand. The voice rumored in her observance," I'm then, Mama. I'll always be with you."

From that day on, Julia felt a sense of peace that she had noway endured before. She knew that her child was with her, watching over her, and guiding her through her illness. Indeed when she was at her smallest, she could hear her child's voice, assuring her, and giving her strength.

Times went by, and Julia crushed her illness. She had a new appreciation for life, and she felt thankful for every moment she had. But she noway forgot the voice that had rumored in her observance, the ghost of her future child. She knew that she'd always carry that experience with her, a memorial of the power of love and the adaptability of the mortal spirit.

In the end, Julia knew that the whispers she had heard weren't just a figment of her imagination. They were a communication from beyond the grave, a communication of love and stopgap that had given her the strength to face life's challenges. And she knew that no matter what came her way, she'd always have the love and support of her child, indeed in death.

Times passed, and Julia lived a full and happy life. She cherished the recollections of her child and the moments they participated, indeed though they were many. She always felt a connection to her child, and she believed that they were still watching over her.

One night, as Julia lay in bed, she heard the tale formerly again. But this time, it was different. It was a soft, gentle voice, filled with love and gratefulness." Thank you, Mama," the voice said." Thank you for loving me, and for noway forgetting me."

Julia felt a gash roll down her impertinence. She knew that her child was saying goodbye, and that they were at peace. She rumored back," I love you too, my sweet child. Always and ever."

And with that, the whispers stopped. Julia knew that her child had eventually set up peace, and that they were reunited in some other world. She closed her eyes and smiled, feeling a sense of warmth and joy that she had noway felt before.

As she drifted off to sleep, Julia knew that her life had been touched by commodity lesser than herself. She had endured a love that transcended death, and she was thankful for every moment of it. And she knew that, no matter what the future held, she'd always carry that love in her heart, and that the whispers of her child would always be with her.