It starts with a whisper.
Every night, just as the clock strikes three, Anna hears a voice on the other side of her bedroom door. Soft. Calm. Almost familiar. It calls her name, coaxing her to open it. She never does.
But when the whispers grow into conversations—when the voice begins to reveal things about her past she’s never told anyone—Anna starts to question her own mind. Is she sleep-deprived? Losing her grip on reality? Or has something found a way in?
As the nights stretch on and the boundaries between waking and nightmare blur, Anna realizes the voice isn’t alone. And it isn’t waiting anymore. It’s getting closer.
The Voice Behind My Door is a spine-tingling psychological horror that asks: how do you fight the darkness when it already knows your name?
