Post 2 – “The Sound Behind the Wall”
Post 2 – “The Sound Behind the Wall”
Last night, the door didn’t appear.
But the wall behind my bed started to breathe.
It began softly—an uneven rhythm, like someone trapped inside, gasping through the cracks.
At first, I tried to ignore it. I told myself it was the wind, the house settling, my mind inventing things again.
But then I heard the whisper.
Not words, just a vibration that crawled under my skin.
A sound that wasn’t meant to be heard.
I pressed my ear against the wall.
Something pressed back.
The air smelled like metal. Like blood that’s been waiting.
When I woke up this morning, there was a small stain on the wall.
It wasn’t there before.
by Cristina Davenport
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