Then the Walls Began to Bleed.
All the dead bodies Margaret had stacked in that secret area in the walls. Little babies, grannies, goats and poor old woman Patsy. Blood and bones squished like tomato juice, created a stench of death that hugged the air of the home. You could feel that eerie feeling walking with you as though death had its hand rest upon your shoulders. I walked upstairs...slowly....with my hands feeling the coldness of the wall. I saw faces, I heard children screams, the walls began to palpitate as though something, someone was trying to break free. Then I heard a loud gong and saw cracks start appearing, and pretty soon the walls began to bleed.
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