Reality Changing Device

The Hole In The Wall

It had always kind of been there, the hole. Just small enough that you had to be looking for faults in an otherwise relatively faultless house. Amd the faultlessness of the house is what caused Emily to buy it. *Yes ik, writing in the third person, but hey I feel like these kinds of stories need to be in third person*
Obviously whilst veiwing the house, Emily noticed the hole, but for the price compared to tge rest of the house Emily decided to keep her mouth shut about it. She was desparate to move out of that trashy apartment in the city, and found it time to move out to the country, a a short drive from her previous house, no her previous life. No ex-girlfriend, no poisonous friends, no nagging family. A new life, a fresh start. Which is why she didn't care about a hole the size of a golf ball in the skirtingboard in thespare room. She bought the house that very week and moved in promptly after.

The moving of the boxes was an arduous task, her 5"4 body taking many trips between the van and the house. A week later with boxes strewn about the house the hole was covered up. Within a month a desk was put in. Within two, the hole was completely forgotten about. Life continued on as it did and as it always will.

God, life was trash. A new start down the drain. A new job prospect alight and buried in ashes. She was having to sell everything. The house, the items within, even her car. She was desparate and her life was at a point lower than she had ever been. Every item included the desk, which was sold to a young man, who wanted to start up a renovation project. And behind it was a hole. Emily's memory flooded back, the hole with out a purpose or cause or anything. "Funny," she thought, "I never thought to see how deep that hole actually is." She bent down, blowing a few stray strands of blonde hair from her eyes. She poked the hole. It went about two knuckes deep. "Huh? How peculiar" she murmered aloud as a hollow knocking sound emmited from the hole. Wiggling her fingers about slightly she felt a slight lip within the hole. With out thinking she clasped the lip and pulled out what seemed to be a wooden box. With a button. A single, also wooden button. A wooden box with a wooden button. How strange. And on the side? And enscription. 'Reality is an illusion, bend it to your will' "What trash." Emily muttered and threw it on the bed, her final possesion.