My name is Thomas, and I am writing this as a warning to anyone who might come across the thing that lives within my walls. It all started in the winter of 2006. My family had just moved into a new house in the countryside of England. It was a charming old place with thick stone walls and creaky wooden floors, but there was something sinister lurking within.
At first, I didn’t notice anything unusual. It was just the usual sounds of an old house settling, the pipes groaning and the floorboards creaking. But then, things started to change. I began to hear scratching noises coming from within the walls, like something was trying to claw its way through from the other side.
My wife, Elizabeth, thought it was just rats, but I knew there was something more to it. The scratching noises were accompanied by a strange, low growling sound, and a feeling of unease that settled in the pit of my stomach.
One night, I woke up to the sound of someone whispering my name. I sat up in bed, feeling a chill run down my spine. But when I looked around, there was no one there. I shrugged it off, thinking it was just a dream, but the feeling of unease stayed with me.
Things got worse from there. Our daughter, Sarah, started having nightmares, screaming in the middle of the night about a monster that lived within the walls. We tried to reassure her that it was just her imagination, but I knew that something was wrong. I could feel it in my bones.
One night, I decided to investigate. I grabbed a flashlight and a hammer, and began to tap along the walls, trying to pinpoint the source of the scratching noises. As I made my way towards the back of the house, the noises grew louder, more insistent.
And then, I heard something that made my blood run cold. It was the sound of breathing, deep and laboured, like something was struggling to draw breath. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest, as the breathing grew louder and louder.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash, and a section of the wall in front of me collapsed. I stumbled backwards, the flashlight falling from my hand, as a twisted, misshapen creature crawled out of the hole in the wall.
It was like nothing I had ever seen before. Its skin was a sickly grey colour, stretched tightly over its twisted form. Its eyes were sunken and red, and its mouth was filled with razor-sharp teeth. It let out a guttural roar, and I realized that this was the creature that had been haunting our home.
I don’t remember much after that. I must have passed out, because when I woke up, Elizabeth and Sarah were shaking me, their faces etched with fear. They told me that they had heard the crash and come to investigate, finding me lying on the ground.
I knew I had to leave that place. It was only a matter of time before the entity consumed me whole. So, I packed my bags and left that cursed house behind, thinking that it was finally over.
But it wasn’t.
The entity had followed me. It was like a parasite that had attached itself to my very being, and it wouldn’t let go. It continued to haunt me, torment me, and whisper to me in the dead of night. It followed me wherever I went, and I knew that it would never leave me alone.
I’m writing this now from a small motel room in a different town, with the hope that I can find some respite from the entity’s unrelenting presence. But I know deep down that it’s only a matter of time before it finds me again. And when it does, I don’t know if I’ll be strong enough to fight it off.
If you’re reading this, please heed my warning. If you ever feel like something is off about the place you’re living in, don’t ignore it. Don’t think that it’s all in your head. Because sometimes, it’s not. Sometimes, there really is something lurking in the shadows, waiting to consume you whole. And once it has its claws in you, it never lets go.