A Hole in the Wall

by Keanna Robin Brown

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In the quaint suburban home of the Smith family, a sense of unease settled over the little girl's bedroom. It started with faint whispers, a soft, raspy voice calling her name. "Emily... Emily..." The voice seemed to emanate from a small, mysterious hole in the wall, which appeared seemingly overnight.

At first, Emily dismissed it as mere imagination, but as the occurrences presisted, she became convinced that something malevolent lurked on the other side of the wall. The voice grew louder, more insistent, and Emily found herself drawn to the hole, feeling an otherworldly pull.

One fateful night, Emily's parents discovered her kneeling beside the hole, her eyes fixed on the darkness within. Her eyes had a glazed, trance- like quality, and her skin was deathly pale. They heard the voice, too, a low, menacing whisper that seemed to be pulling their daughter towards some abyssal void.

Terrified, they realized their child was under some kind of suppernatural oppression. They boarded up the hole, but the voice continued to whisper Emily's name, it's presence seeping into their daughter's mind like a dark, malignant possession.

As the days passed, Emily's behavior became increasingly erratic. She would wander around the house, her eyes black as coal, her voice barely above a whisper, repeating a single phrase: "it's calling me."

The Smith's knew they had to act fast. They consulted with paranormal investigators, who performed a ritual cleansing of the house. The team burned sage and holy artifacts, attempting to exorcise the malevolent entity that had taken hold of their daughter.

But the presence was too powerful. It laughed and taunted them, it's voice echoing through the walls, a cacophony of terror that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

One stormy night, the Smith's awoke to find Emily gone. Her bedroom window was open, the curtains billowing like ghostly fingers. They searched the house frantically, but there was no sign of their daughter.

And then, they heard her voice, a faint whisper carried on the wind. "I'm coming... I'm coming..."

The Smith's followed the sound to the wall where the hole had been. It was sealed now, but they could feel the presence on the other side, a palpable force that seemed to be waiting for them.

As they stood there, frozen in terror, the sound of scratching began. It started as a mimic scratch, growing louder and more insistent. The wall began to shake, and the Smiths knew they were about to witness something terrible.

The wall exploded in a shower of plaster and debris, revealing the hole once more. Emily's face stared back at them, her eyes rolled back, pure white, her skin gray and decaying.

The Smith's were never seen again. The house stood vacant for years, its walls bearing witness to the horrors that had taken place within. And if you listen closely, you can still hear the voice, whispering, calling out to the next victim.

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what's behind a hole in the wall, should be peek in.

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