The Room Above the Garage

During my sophomore year of high school my grandparents were steadily declining in health. In order to ease this transitional period in their life my mother moved us to Oregon where we stayed with them for a year. The garage was rebuilt but separated from the house this time. It also had a room the size of the garage on top of it which had a direct path to the second floor of the house and stairs along the side to get to the first level. Being a teenager I wanted privacy and saw the room above the garage as just that. On more than one occasion I would hear whispers that would grow closer. Almost close enough to make out but right before it seemed like they could be deciphered