The Walls Can Talk

Chapter 5

Your eyes shot open. Staring at your ceiling before recognizing it. It was your ceiling, looking around the room confirmed it. This was your room. Yes, you were sure of it, there was your desk, your nightstand, your closet. Oh, god, your closet. Looking at it made you feel eerie, scared. Shooting up, only made you light headed. Your head was back on your pillow before your feet were even on the floor. Trying to get your eyesight to focus and your head to come back down. Your eyes stayed on the ceiling. Why couldn't you focus? What was wrong with you? What ha- the memories all came rushing back. Looking back at the closet, expecting Tomura to be there, standing at the door. Looking at you, yet he wasn't. The door was shut like it wasn't hiding the hell behind it.

"Hey, how was your weekend." That voice, wasn't that Becca? "Wow." Looking over to the door of your room, there she was leaning against the door. "You okay? You look so... pale."

All you could do was groan in response. Of course, you looked like hell, being kidnapped by some monster that lived in your house. Lived in your house, he was still here. Perhaps even listening to the two of you.

"Rough weekend."

"I'll get you some water and Advil." Becca disappeared quickly from your sight. Off to get you something to help you.

As Becaa gave you the water and Advil, all you could think about was could her being here make Tomura cool down. Leave you alone. He acted out when she was here, but nothing like that. No, hopefully, Becca would be your buffer with him. You could deal with things going missing, feeling watched, odd touches. As long as you could always walk out of the room. It was less than a year since you two had moved in. Hopefully, you could survive your lease.

The Advil seemed to help. Giving you enough energy to get out of bed, to shower. Trying to scrub yourself clean from his touch. As if you could scrub yourself clean of the memories. Your skin was red and raw by the time you stepped out. Looking into the mirror you weren't sure what you would see, perhaps your sad selection looking back at you. Your dead eyes begin for you to wake up from this nightmare, but not this. Looking into the mirror, covered in steam. Was a message. "Be good. See you soon." Though there was no name left behind, you knew who it was. It was him, Tomura. Once you had the chance to be naive, to think it was Becca messing with you. Now you knew better. It was that thing, demon, ghost. Whatever he was, it was him. Erasing the message you left. Dashing back to your room. It probably wasn't even safe for you to change. You knew he was there, somewhere watching. In your closet, under your bed, in the wall. He was somewhere in your house.

The day went by and you could barely do anything, yet you wanted to do anything besides sit still. Besides, think about where he was at that moment. You tried to clean, vacuum, do the dishes. Anything to just ignore the thoughts running through your mind. Washing the dishes were taking forever. It felt like it took you 10 minutes to even get one dish done.

"I'm going to stay at a friend's." Becca didn't even look at you as she dashed towards the door. Bag in hand.

"You just got back." Looking at her like a deer in the headlights. Confused about why she was leaving, but also terrified to be alone again. She could leave, yet you were trapped here.

"Yeah well, it's clear I'm not wanted. Heard your little phone call." Before you could even ask what she meant, she had left. Slamming the door behind her.

It took a moment, letting her words sink in. You weren't on the phone, you hadn't been talking to anyone. You hadn't even talked to yourself while cleaning. Leaving the dishes, you headed towards Becca's room. Stopping yourself outside her door, you swore you could hear something. Was that, talking? Getting closer the voice sounded clearer. Stopping outside the door listening in, when it suddenly clicked. That was your voice, coming from in there. Yet, it sounded like it was far off at the same time. You continued listening trying to make out the words. Hearing a few phrases. "I can't stand it any more mom. She's pissing me off." and "She's a mess. I'm always cleaning up after her. If I knew she was such a pig I wouldn't have moved in." It sounded so much like you, yet you never said any of it. The eerie feeling of hearing your voice say these things was upsetting. Made your skin crawl, but it was nothing compared to what you heard next. Silence had suddenly taken over, waiting a few moments before it spoke again. "Shh, she's outside the door."

Swinging the door open, quiet took over the room. The voice was gone. Stepping in was a bad idea, yet you couldn't help yourself. You needed to find out what was happening. Though deep inside you knew it was him. Yet, a small part of you wanted to believe this was some cruel prank. Some sort of recording device must be hidden somewhere. But the more you played around with that idea, the less sense it made.

Searching Becca's room, finding nothing you gave up. There was nothing that exclaimed the voice. Tidying up the mess you made. Leaving the room as you found it. The best you could do. Leaving the room is when you heard a voice again. This time it wasn't yours, clearly, it was his.

"So happy she's gone. We can finally be alone."

His words were spoken like he was right behind you. Turning around expecting to see him. Though when you turned, there was nothing. No one in the empty hallway with you. He was there though, even if you couldn't see him. Just because he didn't make himself visible, didn't mean he wasn't there watching.

"How about we go back to your room?"

This time it was like his lips were on your neck, muttering against your skin. Instead of looking behind you to check, you ran towards the front door. Hoping once you made it out you were free. That you could get away for a while. Maybe even see if you get a motel room for the night. Even if it would set you back a bit. It was better than being pulled away somewhere again. Your body darted towards the door. But before you go there, you saw the lock click. Becca must have locked it, yet it just opened on its own. Without even thinking how it unlocked itself or why. Opening the door you ran out the door to the foyer. Though when you reached the door, it didn't open. It looked unlocked, but it wasn't opening. Tugging and pushing at the door did nothing. It wouldn't open. The door you wanted to open didn't, yet the door behind you did. You could hear the old door creak, the one to the vacant first floor. As the door opened, the sound of steps could be heard from upstairs. It was nearing the stairs, more like he was nearing the stairs. This was a trap. It couldn't be more obvious. Yet, what could you do? Either head back up and face him right away or dart into the first floor. Hoping the back door was open, or one of the windows could be broken. Heading towards the front door, having the door shut behind you. You had foolishly fallen into his hands the deeper you went in. It was dark, the windows seemed to be mainly boarded up. To many planks of wood to get through. Walking in deeper into the apartment, looking for a weak window and the back door. Unfortunately, neither was found. Even when you reached the back of the house, there was nothing to be found. NO way out. You were stuck here, stuck with the monster that was trying to get you. Maybe the front door was still open? Running back, you tried the door. Turning the knob and pulling. It didn't budge. Over and over your tried. Hoping the door was just stuck cause it was old. Though as you heard a laugh coming from behind you, the reality set in. You were stuck with him. Leaning your head against the door, you finally allowed yourself to break down. Letting the tears pour down your face. You were living some horror movie hell. Making every wrong move you could of. Falling into every trap he set. Like you were the klutz that was destined to die right off the bat. The stereotypical death that always occurred. You were so tired, exhausted by this monster. Falling for his traps, being his little plaything. Letting your body collapse to the floor. Weeping into your hands. The tears only fell harder when his laughing stop. Replaced by his footsteps coming near you. He was right behind you.

"Oh, did I scare you, sweetie?" His voice was littered with a condescending tone.

"P-please, just l-leave me alone."

He ignored your pleas. Getting closer to you, he crept down behind you. His body was close, yet it produced no heat. His hands were placed on your waist. Attempting to pull you closer to him. Could you even resist him, fight against his pull? No, there was no use. You were no match against him. He wasn't human. Human laws didn't apply to Tomura. No, there was truly nothing you could do. You couldn't even get away from him. He had his claws in you. There was no leaving him. Crying in his arms as he pulled you in. Hopefully, if you were good, so would he.