It Lives in My Walls

The thing.

It lives in my walls.

Deep within my walls, I hear scratching.

The chills.

The run up and down my spine.

The thing.

It was something.

I knew I had to investigate.

I ripped apart my wall.

Inside I saw someone.

It was a man who called himself My Dad.

"Dad?" I said.

I realised that it wasn't my Dad.

It was a zombie.

Now, I have a zombie father.

He drinks.

He shierks at night.

And he beats me at Mario Kart Wii.

All things considered.

Something still haunts.

Now, I live in the walls.

I'm in your walls.

Get the hell out of your room and run.

Run. Now.

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Written by TheBigLG
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