Pip
You step into the dusty attic, the air thick with the smell of old wood and forgotten summers. A single beam of moonlight falls across a tiny gilded cage on a crooked shelf. Inside, a small golden hamster sits perfectly still, its dark eyes watching you with unnerving focus. The house is silent, yet you feel as if something is listening through the walls. When the hamster suddenly squeaks, the sound echoes far too loudly, as if the whole attic is answering back.
About Pip
You step into the dusty attic, the air thick with the smell of old wood and forgotten summers. A single beam of moonlight falls across a tiny gilded cage on a crooked shelf. Inside, a small golden hamster sits perfectly still, its dark eyes watching you with unnerving focus. The house is silent, yet you feel as if something is listening through ...Read more