In a moment I was up on my feet, in search for the unspoken one.

I glanced at the mirror beside me, studying the red eyes that was filled with sanity once.

A grin was plastered on my face, I couldn't stop my bewilderment at all!

It was understandable though, I was meeting the man in the walls after all.

The lightning striked again, luminating the house and the clock.

Three o clock was evident, a perfect time for his pray to fall.

There in the middle of the hall, I saw the man that was once in the wall.

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