I'll create a new story for you. Here's the draft of a synopsis:
In "The Whispering Walls," we follow the journey of Emilia, a 25-year-old historian who has always been fascinated by the ancient mansion on the outskirts of her hometown. Rumors swirl around its mysterious past and the tragic events that led to it being abandoned decades ago. When Emilia inherits the mansion from a distant relative, she sees an opportunity to unravel the secrets hidden within its walls.
As she begins to explore the dusty rooms and crumbling corridors, Emilia starts experiencing strange occurrences: whispers in the night, ghostly apparitions, and cryptic messages etched into the walls. She becomes obsessed with uncovering the truth behind the mansion's eerie atmosphere and the events that drove her ancestors away.
But as Emilia digs deeper, she realizes that the past is not always what it seems, and the secrets hidden within the mansion's walls might be more sinister than she ever imagined.
Before I begin writing Chapter 1, could you please share your thoughts on this synopsis? Would you like me to make any changes or proceed with the story as is?

Chapter 1 : Le Début d'une Aventure
Le ciel de New York était sombre, menaçant de se déchirer sous la pression des orages qui s'approchaient. Dans son appartement luxueux du Upper East Side, Tony Stark, plus connu sous le nom de Iron Man, se tenait debout devant sa grande baie vitrée, les yeux fixés sur l'orage qui se déroulait en bas.
« Pourquoi faut-il que cela arrive aujourd'hui ? » se demanda-t-il avec irritation. Il avait des problèmes plus importants à résoudre que la météo.
Il pensait à sa nouvelle entreprise, Stark Innovations, qu'il venait de lancer pour développer et commercialiser ses inventions les plus révolutionnaires. Mais il savait que le succès ne viendrait pas sans difficultés. Il avait déjà des problèmes avec certains investisseurs qui doutaient de la viabilité du projet.
Soudain, son téléphone portable se mit à vibrer dans sa poche. Il l'extirpa et vit un message de Pepper Potts, sa directrice générale : « Tony, nous avons un problème grave. Le système de sécurité de notre usine a été piraté. Nous sommes sous attaque. »
Tony Stark eut une grimace d'inquiétude. Cela ne pouvait pas arriver au mauvais moment. Il fallait qu'il parte immédiatement pour l'usine et rétablir l'ordre.
Il enfila son costume de Iron Man, le casque à la main, prêt à affronter les menaces qui se profilait sur l'horizon.
« C'est parti », murmura-t-il avant de sortir dans la nuit.

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act
Khusi's fingers danced across her skin, her eyes closed as she indulged in the intimate moment. The soft hum of the air conditioner and the gentle thrum of the city outside created a soothing background melody to her private concert. Her thoughts wandered, lost in the swirl of pleasure and fantasy.
What would it be like if he was here with me?
The sudden creak of the door, followed by the faint rustle of clothes, shattered the tranquility. Khusi's eyes snapped open, her heart racing as she took in the sight of her roommate, Leila, standing in the doorway. A mix of shock and embarrassment coursed through her veins.
"Leila, what are you doing here?" Khusi stammered, trying to cover herself with a nearby throw blanket.
Leila's expression was a blend of surprise and amusement. "I could ask you the same thing," she said, her voice laced with teasing. "But I guess that answers my question about why you've been holed up in here all day."
Khusi felt her face heat up as she struggled to come up with an explanation. "Uh, just needed some alone time, that's all," she mumbled, her eyes avoiding Leila's.
Leila chuckled and shook her head. "Alone time? With your hand?" She walked further into the room, her gaze roaming over Khusi's disheveled appearance. "You're not exactly subtle, you know."
Khusi groaned, feeling a surge of mortification. "Shut up, Leila," she said, laughing despite herself.
Leila grinned and plopped down on the edge of the bed. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. But maybe next time, use the privacy of your own room, hmm?"
Khusi rolled her eyes, but a small smile played on her lips. "Maybe," she said, feeling a sense of relief wash over her.
As Leila got up to leave, Khusi couldn't help but wonder what other secrets her roommate might be hiding. After all, they had only moved in together a few months ago, and there was still so much about each other that remained unexplored.
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Chapter 1: The Unintended Glimpse
I had grown accustomed to the sounds of running water and gentle chatter emanating from next door, a familiar melody that accompanied my morning routine. Khusi, my chubby, fashionably-dressed neighbor with porcelain skin, would often take her morning bath around this time. Today was no exception.
As I stood in front of my own bathroom mirror, brushing the tangles out of my hair, I couldn't help but steal a glance at the thin partition that separated our homes. The worn-out wood and rusty hinges had never bothered me before, but today they seemed to be screaming for attention. My curiosity got the better of me, and I found myself edging closer to the gap.
The sound of splashing water grew louder, and my eyes instinctively followed the source. Through the narrow opening, I caught a glimpse of Khusi's embarrassment as she realized someone was watching her. Her hands instinctively covered her breasts, and a deep flush crept up her neck, staining her cheeks a vibrant pink.
For a moment, we locked eyes – hers filled with mortification, mine with an unintended mixture of surprise and guilt. Time seemed to freeze as the only sound was the gentle lapping of water against the tub's sides.
What am I doing? Why did I have to look? My mind raced with questions, but my feet remained rooted to the spot.
Khusi's gaze eventually dropped, her face contorting in a mix of shame and relief as she quickly turned away from the gap. The sound of rushing water intensified, and I knew she was trying to hide behind the veil of steam.
I felt like an intruder, a voyeur who had invaded Khusi's private moment. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, and I couldn't help but wonder if our neighborly relationship would ever be the same again.
What do I say or do now? Should I apologize or pretend it never happened?
As I stood there, grappling with my thoughts, the sound of water ceased, and Khusi's footsteps echoed through her bathroom. The partition seemed to grow thicker, a tangible reminder of the unspoken tension between us.
I knew I had to make things right, but how do you mend a rift created by an unintentional glance? Only time would tell if our friendship could withstand this awkward encounter.