The Man in the Wall

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
This short story is a product of classroom work. I was giving three different writing prompts and connected all three to create this short story. It is fiction, telling a story about a girl who thought she was living in the apartment of her dreams only to find out the dream was actually a nightmare.

Submitted: March 22, 2017

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I started my usual walk from my job at the cafe downtown. The cafe is small;within the cafe the chairs are old fashioned rocking chairs that smell of cedar. The tables smell of oak and have a cherry color coating. The cafe is a second home to me,I hate leaving but enjoy the walk home. My usual walk consists of crossing the bridge covered in ivy, which leads onto a sidewalk lined with cherry blossom trees that leave petals all over the ground. The wind is blowing heavily, chilling the air and causing more petals to fall to the earth. I walk the sidewalk for three blocks and come to a stop as I arrive seeing the pathway lined with rose bushes leading to my ivy covered apartment building. I finally got home, tired after a long days work and ready for a relaxing night alone. I reached for the light switch inside my door to cut on the light, but another hand was already there. I suddenly got the chills, looking to check the temperature, I notice it has plummeted. I start to panic. I hear my name echo throughout my home. I close my eyes hoping this is all a dream. I hear what sounds like static on an old television. The hand touches my face. I open my eyes and see the corpse of a man which I can't seem to recall his face. He walks through my kitchen and brushes his hands against all my blue marble countertops. I slowly follow as he walks into my living room and sits on the leather couch I received from my mother. He whistles a song I seem to know in the pit of my mind. I stare blankly at the man. The lights shut off. I feel the sandpaper hand touch my face one last time. The lights come back on and the corpse of the man is gone. I quickly ran to my computer and researched my apartment,and deaths in the building complex. As soon as I typed in "Deaths in the building complex on the corner of James Avenue and Tucker Square", I immediately got a red flag. There was a picture of the man with a family.  I clicked the picture of the man and it led to a article which revealed the man had went crazy after eating off a metal plate containing lead.  The lead had poisoned him, driving him mad. After two weeks he had grown so crazy, the family had to send him away. He had been taken to a mental institution to be treated for mental illness.He escaped and returned to the home and dismembered his family, keeping their remains in jars. The man and the dismembered bodies were never found. Some say he lived in the walls waiting for new victims. After reading this I close out my web browser and decide to go to bed. I walk my hallway lined with pictures of my childhood to my bedroom. I walk in and see the brown walls are the same as always. I slowly walk to my twin sized bed and crawl under the grey and yellow chevron print comforter. As I lie there thinking of the man I fall asleep. The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before the man pushed his long rotting nails through my chest;his other hand is rough as he covers my mouth, muffling my screams. I sat bolt upright, relieved it was only a dream, but as I saw my alarm clock read 12:06, I heard my closet door creak open. I realize now, the man never left my home, he waited in my closet until I became vulnerable. My closet door opens more and the man appears wearing a black tuxedo that has been torn. He whistles the song again as he comes closer to me. When he gets closer the whistling seems to become distorted. As the man gets right in my face he opens his mouth and lets out a loud scream. His mouth is no longer normal, now he shows sharp teeth and his eyes are black. His face seems to be burnt. The scream gets louder and louder. I can no longer breath. He seems angry with me. I ask him why he is doing this to me. The scream stops and he slowly starts chuckling. The chuckle turns to a menacing laugh. The man stops all his laughing and seems to be staring into my soul. He disappears like he was never there. I lie back down and try to sleep. Growing up with cats and dogs I got used to the sounds of scratching at my door while I slept. Now that I live alone it is much more unsettling. The scratching sounds like nails on a chalkboard. I know it is the man. "What does he want from me?" I ask myself. He no longer is scratching at my door, instead he is banging on it. I can no longer move,frozen in my bed. As his knocking grows more violent the pictures on my wall shatter to the floor. My door flies off the hinges. The man stands on the other side of the entry way. He points his finger at me and screams an evil scream so loud I feel my ears may bleed. There is a foul odor almost smelling of rotten flesh. I never smelled this when he previously appeared, but now it is putrid. He runs at me, screaming a blood curdling scream. I shut my eyes, hoping if he attacks that it will end quickly. Instead he stops screaming. I open my eyes and see him smiling in my face showing yellow rotten teeth. He stands and walks to my door motioning for me to follow. I try to fight it but I seem to be in a trance and can't help but follow him. He walks to a spot in my hallway. He throws the pictures off of the wall and laughs as they shatter against the floor. He presses against the wall and it crumbles as if it was never stable. It opens to a room full of jars containing body parts. I think to myself "This must be his family, now he is going to kill me.". It's a gruesome sight of ears,fingers,tongues,and eyes. I am no longer in the trance. I scream and try to run, but the man is too fast. He laughs and the wall is suddenly back to normal, only I am trapped inside the room with the man. "I've been waiting for you Alice." he says in a distorted voice. I try to hit the wall to make it crumble so I can escape. He grabs my arm and laughs as he says, "You're mine now!". I scream at the top of my lungs hoping the neighbors will hear me. I grab jars and throw them at him,and he seems to stop for a few short seconds. I hear my heartbeat and feel it all throughout my body. I ask one more time what he wants hoping I can give it to him. He grabs my shoulders and says, "You're pretty face my dear.". I throw another jar and he seems to grow weak. I throw more and more jars and watch as he falls to his knees. He is now puny and the smell is far more putrid than before. I throw the last jar and watch the man disappear. The wall collapses and I am now free. Something inside tells me this is not the last I will see of the man. ©


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