Qifarah

Aliyah hears whispers in the walls of the old mansion she inherited. At first they were faint, indistinct sounds, but each day the voices grow more insistent, demanding she open the bricked-up door in the basement. Her neighbor Leon, a historian, claims the house was built over an ancient burial site where forbidden rituals were once performed. When Aliyah discovers the previous owner's diary, she realizes the whispering is not a hallucination but the call of an entity that has waited centuries for release. Now, every night, the shadows in the corridors grow denser, and reflections in the mirrors linger a second longer than they should. Time is running out—after sunset, not all doors open, but all paths to escape close.