It was a typical Wednesday evening when I moved into my new apartment. I had been excited to start my new job and was looking forward to settling into my new place. The apartment was small, but it was cozy and had everything I needed.

As I was unpacking my boxes, I noticed something strange. The walls seemed to be whispering. At first, I thought it was just the wind blowing through the cracks, but then I heard voices. They were faint, but distinct. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but it sounded like people were talking in hushed tones.

I tried to ignore it and continued unpacking, but the whispers only grew louder. It was starting to freak me out, so I decided to investigate. I went into the bedroom and put my ear against the wall. The whispers were coming from the other side.

I knocked on the wall, hoping that whoever was there would stop talking. But the whispers didn't cease. Instead, they grew louder and started to sound more urgent. It was like people were trying to communicate with me, but I couldn't understand what they were saying.

I tried to sleep that night, but the whispers kept me awake. They were like a constant presence in my room, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was being watched.

The next day, I decided to talk to my neighbor. Maybe they knew something about the strange occurrences in my apartment. But when I asked them about the whispers, they looked at me confused.

"What whispers?" they asked.

I explained what I had heard, but they shook their head. "We haven't heard anything unusual," they said. "But we have noticed that the walls in our apartment tend to echo sounds from the past."

I was skeptical, but I decided to do some research. I discovered that my building was constructed on top of an old cemetery. It seemed that the spirits of the dead were still lingering, trapped between worlds.

That night, I set up a recorder to capture the whispers. When I played back the recording, I heard voices speaking in a language I couldn't understand. But then, a voice spoke clearly in English.

"Get out while you still can."

I packed my bags and left the apartment that night. I never went back. To this day, I wonder if anyone else has heard the whispers of the dead in that building.

This creepypasta is entirely fictional, but it's based on the idea that buildings can retain memories of the past and that sometimes, the dead don't rest easy.