Memories - Short Stories Collection

The Boy In The Walls

AN: Casually dropping something else I wrote for English! I made this based on a picture, it was..medium hard.

I looked around, my heart beating fast, pulsing. The walls around me felt like they were closing

in. I yelled, trying to see who or what it was. Was it..a little boy?


Hello, my name is Owen. I have just inherited a, well, some type of store or house, from my
great grandfather. It has been in our family for generations.

But the thing is, I don't know if I am going crazy or that there is something generally wrong with
this building. I can always hear this whispering noise, at all times during the night. Not only that,
I always have this type of feeling that there is always something in this house. There is one
room, with black walls but there are boarded-up windows, like something used to go on in this
house, something that shouldn't have been.

I gave a deep breath and inhaled, "Who's there?"
I gulped, staring at the wall as I heard multiple whispers and voices.
"Owen..Owen...," they whispered. I coughed, not in surprise or anything as it happened before, I ran off, slamming the door behind me.

I ran on, into the night. The break of dawn hit as I ran as fast as I could. I ran as long shadows of the trees around me hit the ground. I stopped at a rock formation, catching my breath. The
grass below me was spattered with blood, from I don't know what, but I just felt something..I
I don't know what..following me. There was no one to be seen. Except one...

It was a boy. "Owen...you can run...but you can't hide from your past," the boy whispered,
slowly walking more and more towards me. I gulped, stepping back. What was going on?

"Owen... Owen.." The whispers drawled on. My clammy hand pushed the door so nobody would

open it.

"Owen... Come to me..." The eerie whispers echo.

The whispers fade out as light seeps through over the hill. It was the crack of dawn. I wiped my cold sweat off my forehead with my sleeve and looked up, a faint glow accompanied by the young boy, the spirit.