Family Matters

Chapter 7

Flash forward seven years

I was now 10. The sleepwalking stopped when I was six. My parents had forgotten about the "monster" in my walls. It was mid winter. The house was engulfed in snow and ice. We could barely get out of the front door. My brother and I had missed a week of school.

I was upstairs by myself as usual. (These where the years that I preferred to be alone.) I walked my long hallway, counting the cracks and dents in the old house's walls. I found what looked like a failed or rushed attempt to cover a hole or something slightly bigger. I walked past it not thinking anything about it.

I walked the hallway slower the next day. Trying my hardest to try and find what other things might be covers by the old wallpaper. I found the hole again. This time it looked to be ripped more than it was yesterday. This time I inspected it closely. I noticed the wallpaper around the hole wasn't as old as the paper around it. It looked fairly new but had been painted to look older, something someone wouldn't notice right away. I pealed the paper back slightly, just enough to see what it was covering.