Clara hasn't slept in six days.
It started as a whisper. A voice so soft she thought it came from her own exhausted mind. But whispers don't repeat your words back to you. Whispers don't learn.
When she finally traces the sound to the floorboards in her studio apartment, she finds something impossible: a mouth. Human lips pressed against the gap between two planks, breathing. Waiting.
It speaks in her voice now. Perfectly. It knows her name, her fears, the words she says when she's alone.
And tonight, it wants to come out.
The Mouth in the Floor is a psychological horror story about isolation, insomnia, and the terror of hearing yourself speak when your mouth isn't moving.