Ignoring the dull throbbing in the back of my head, I rip my arm out and rush down the hallway, guesstimating the distance on where I saw the mysterious object. Just the barest hint, but it’s enough for me to jump in excitement, knocking my head off the thick drywall and sending flakes tumbling down in my hair. I bat down a couple more cobwebs, ready to just give up and ignore the siren call that got me into this dumbass situation in the first place.Ī little way down the hall is something glinting off the light. I turn back towards the left and shine the light one more time.
I wince from the feel of the hair-like webs brushing across my skin, imitating the sensation of bugs crawling on me. There will be no getting it back and I’ll have to get a new one. The webs are too thick to see much, so I use my phone like a baton and start tearing down some of them. I turn the other direction and point the light down the other side. The flashlight on my phone reveals wooden beams, thick cobwebs, dust, and bug carcasses on the inside of the wall. Suppose if I couldn’t get mine stuffed tonight, I might as well get my action this way. Now here I am, bent over and stuffing myself in a hole. To just look inside the fathomless void and find what is calling my name. The tips of my fingers buzz with the need to reach out.
And every time I try to pull away, a deep vibration travels through my bones. It feels like a magnet is pulling me towards it.
And why else would it be built this way if there wasn’t a reason? It’s not a massive hole, but what gave me pause was the rather large gap between the two walls. The second I heard the door hit Greyson’s ass on the way out, I inspected the damage. There is just enough space to fit my arm and part of my head in at an odd angle to look around. My arm is shoulder-deep in the goddamn hole Greyson created, a flashlight held tightly in my grip. I’m just waiting for a rabid squirrel to jump up and latch onto my outstretched arm, driven mad with hunger and willing to eat anything due to so many years being trapped in the walls, nothing but bugs to keep it fed. Digging around in the walls of an old-ass house with god knows what kind of creatures trapped inside. T his isn’t how I imagined I’d spend my Friday night.
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